I was targeted and abused by a perpetrator of satanic ritual abuse. I've tried to talk to people about it, and it just has not worked out. My friends and other people around me have genuinely been really shitty to me about it. I'm careful about trauma dumping and I don't go into details, but even with that my friends always shut me down, they can't handle the subject matter but won't admit it, and they always find ways around it. They seem to forget really important things, they act like they can talk to me about it, but when it comes down to it they do shitty things like go on philosophical monologues about what 'satan' really means, or they give me a hard time for doing things like locking my door when I'm home or take CBD oil to manage my ptsd stress. They also have willingly forgotten things or dismissed things I've told them when it just isn't convenient for them to remember or believe me. My former roommate who confided in me about everything she went through, practically on a daily basis, walked away when I mentioned to her that my abuser was involved in SRA, and she did this comical fake gagging thing, and to be clear I know she didn't go through that kind of abuse herself, in her words "I don't want to know what that is". I get it's a heavy subject matter but like, it would be cool if people had empathy. I'm trying to figure out how to navigate my friendships now. I realize that most of my friends talk to me about their traumas and struggles, but I cannot talk to them about what I deal with because of what I've explained above. I'm thinking I may not really be able to be friends with people if this is how it will be. I've learned to just straight up not talk about it, but it also feels like such a strain, because I would really like to be able to just be open with the people around me. It's exhausting. I've been avoiding people lately. What also hurts is that I was not the only one who was hurt by my abuser, in a big way I was able to use my privilege, and literal divine intervention, and other factors like the fact that my family was not involved at all and I'd never been kidnapped, to get tf away and survive. I feel like if I'd been someone who was not white, if I'd been homeless, a sex worker, or addicted to drugs, I would have been a much easier target and I wouldn't be here right now. It makes me so angry that these friends of mine can't even handle small aspects of my story when I got off easy and others absolutely did not.
I am lucky too though where I can afford to pay people to talk to, like my therapist and some other people I've reached out to. So I'm not totally fucked but I hardly feel like a human being after having so many friends and other people basically shut me down, disbelieve me, just so they don't have to think about something that didn't even happen to them.
Thank you for letting me express this here. I'm tired and I'm angry.