Adult child of sex addict
My momAnd stepdad raised me And my stepdad was a sex addict. I personally fell victim to his addiction.
Back story: My biological father left when I was 8 months old and my mom remarried when I was 4. He took on the role of my father and even wanted to officially adopt me. Stepdad was an IT guy. Knows computers better than anyone I've ever known. Fast forward 17 years, my mom and him had divorced but he and I remained close. As I said before, he took on the role of "dad" to me, even after their divorce. I was 22 at the time and I was actually about to move in with him, into my old childhood room, until I figured out what I wanted to do after college. My grandma had been living with him but due to her health she needed to move to assisted living. My step dad had a funeral to attend in Washington so over that same weekend my mom and I decided to move my grandma. I wanted to help relieve some stress from my mom so I told her that Saturday night I was going to stay at my stepdad's house (it was the house I grew up in) since nobody would be there and I'd finish packing the rest of my grandma's belongings. Long story short, I had to get more boxes from the master bedroom. I hadn't been in that room since my parents were still married 5 years prior. I had no reason to so I'm not sure how long it had been like this... The bathroom had stacks of paper with printed pictures of naked young girls. There was a laptop with a fold out chair in front of it. I knew something was wrong but I couldn't quite process it. I turned the laptop on and there I was. It was me. Naked. (I had a serious boyfriend in college and we had taken some pictures/videos with each other.) I had them in a hidden folder on my laptop. The laptop that my dad said he "needed to run updates on" and then told me it crashed and bought me a much more expensive one. He took my pictures and then made it his background on his computer. I opened the drawer underneath the laptop and took the usbs I found inside. I grabbed the computer and ran out of the room. The first usb I put in had every single picture my ex and I had taken. Except, he cropped my ex out and in case he wasn't messed up enough, he then sharpened the images. I went through a dark few years after that. Now it's been almost 10 years and now I find myself struggling to find a place I feel I "fit in" with my trauma. I know other people have situations way worse than mine But I also think I'm validated to feel a certain kind of way.