Hypersexual growing up
I grew up in a pretty religious household and didn’t have a tv till middle school high school. I grew up with a single mom but had a lot of family. So I wasn’t exposed to anything sexual such as parents kissing etc. I have these memories from when I was a child. I already don’t remember anything but it’s just bits and pieces
I remember being naked in a closet, I don’t think anyone was in there with me. But I remember maybe running out and my uncle scolded me for being naked? It’s very foggy so I don’t remember too well but that memories been consistent for years. And another one where I was making out with someone in a bathroom, and was recalling it. I think it was a cousin of mine? He was the same age. But that’s a if. I didn’t make out with anyone till I was around 16-17 so that memory makes zero sense. But it’s been consistent for years too.
I was hypersexual with other kids my age too, like fondling and kissing. I remember doing to my younger cousin, which remembering now makes me feel like a predator. I wasn’t exposed to anything sexual, we didn’t even have a tv. But we had so much family in n out everyday, and we’d have some family member staying over for months. But I recall a memory where I had these nasty rashes on my inner thighs and buttocks maybe, and my mother applying this dough cream to help soothe it. I’ve never asked her about it but that memory’s been consistent too. I’d make out with girls on the school bus in like 1st grade I believe.
What’s concerning is that I don’t remember my childhood, I remember me hating it and crying all the time. But these memories are probably the only ones I can strongly recall besides school graduations etc. I’m afraid something happened to me but I can’t even remember. These memories are hazy enough.
I’m 21 yrs old female. I just remember a very sexual childhood but nothing before 10 yrs old. So very early on. I’ve never had intimacy issues as far as I know, just an instance where a guy wouldn’t get off me and I had to physically get him off. That had me shaken for months to the point I went to therapy. It makes no sense recalling. And I don’t remember stuff like this unless I really think ab it which I never do. I’ve only remembered the closet scene in 9th grade and after that closed my mind to it.