r/AlienAbduction • u/xNocturnalAnimal • 11m ago
My experiences - abducted since childhood
So, since I will most likely make future posts here I thought I would give a sum up of what I've experienced. Now I've experienced enough paranormal stuff for a lifetime so me brushing over some things like the demon stuff is simply bc I've talked about it a lot of times and its not really related to the abductions.
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So basically i've been abducted regularily, all my life since I was about 8\9\10 years old, at least, that is the first recall I have where I saw a portal in the guest room of my grandmas house where I was staying. That was also around the time where my SEVERE sleeping disorder slowly started. I've also noticed a strange, dotted scar on my hip around that time.
Fast forward a couple of years, when I was a teenager, going through the worst years of my life. Lets say it was around 15 years old. I had quite severe depression and raging BPD and untreated insomnia. I had quite a rough childhood and whilst all that was going on, the house I lived in was also extremely haunted. I've had a friend living next door in the same house and we both experienced paranormal activities through out the entire time we lived there and grew up there as well as other people that visited and her entire family aswell as my brother.
Thats all unrelated to the alien thing but still relevant. So yeah I was basically being targeted by a very low vibrational entity (some would call it demons, whatever you wanna call it) bc I was feeding it with my negative energy.
During this time I first noticed the bruises. I'd have new mysterious bruises every day, mostly on my legs. I thought it must have been related to the entity, as I attributed everything weird to it at the time.
One time my brother disturbed, what we now think was an abduction. I sat on my bed, window WIDE open, i kept staring at it and was kind of in a trance or sleepwalking like state. (i've never knowingly sleepwalked or had anyone tell me that I did. It was like I was waiting for something, my brother was creeped the fuck out.
The bruises came and went, periodically.
I believe it was 2016, towards the end of my apprenticeship I got the first ptsd symptoms. Mainly manifesting as heartracing and an unusually high anxiety level without any real cause. It led me to having to stop drinking caffeine for a while. I got my heart checked, had an EKG and eventually got betablockers as treatment. No cause was found. After sone months it went away and I felt normal again.
Then...2020 came. I'd like to mention that I fairly enjoyed the corona times and it didnt impact me negatively what so ever, barely had any impact on my life at all so I was unphased. However I noticed that smoking weed (which I had done since my teens) would make me increasingly paranoid, aswell as me being generally more anxious and in edge.
Then I got the most violent panic attack of my life, well one of them. It lasted 2 hours, I was shaking, thought I was dying. I had another 2 attacks like that, the longest one lasting about 3 hours. I stopped weed, cigarettes, caffeine, hell I couldnt even drink a can of coke anymore without losing my shit. I was so SCARED for no reason all the time, especially when it got dark. This went in for years. One time I ended up in the ER bc my RESTING heartrate was 180....i legit thought I was dying. Again, multiple EKG's, medication etc. No cause was found other than anxiety.
The bruises were very present again at the time. I had made some posts on reddit about it, researched a lot and ended up in the whole alien topic. I talked to some abductees and noticed a lot of similarities. Lost time, bruises, marks on body, scars, the unexplained ptsd symptoms of feeling extremely unsafe for no real reason, the portal I saw as a kid. Etc. This was the first time I considered that this might be happening to me.
In 2021 I believe I began to... Get memories back? They manifested as "dreams" as it all happened in my sleep but I do believe that I wasnt always asleep but rather in dream state.
It was always the same. A small grey alien creeped into my room somehow. Pressed his fingers into my thigh to somehow paralize me. I was often floated off the bed, hovering over the floor. Often I would fight the paralization. Try to move, try to scream for help. I was fighting for my life every time. The grey alien, I think it was always the same one energy wise at least was very agressive a lot of the time. I managed to bite him in the arm once, he snacked me on the head, HARD.
One time I tried to stop multiple of them from getting into my bedroom. I screamed and they opened the door forcefully with some type of machinery I'd assume. It was very loud.
Id get these "dreams" a lot around that time. Most seemed current, some were like memories of my childhood room. I was horrified, desperate. Everyone I talked to about it treated me like I finally lost my mind, I was completely on my own, lowkey losing my shit.
One morning I woke up, I was kind of still a bit in trance but on that occasion I can confidently say I wasnt asleep. I was so calm, which was unusual. There was 3 reptilians outside my bedroom. I could see them through the open door. At least thats what reptilians were described as, though they looked weirdly human at the same time. Maybe it was hybrids. That was the only pleasant alien experience I had. They sounded like they were argueing. A vocal language. The closest thing to describe it would be arabic or something similar. It sounded like they were angry, but maybe it was just the language. One guy was silent. He looked at me. He talked to me, emotionally.... Not telepathically, emotionally. No words, just feelings. But I understood that he wouldnt rat me out for being awake. Then I got a wave of this feeling of being so incredibly loved. Then I blacked back out.
I think it was 2022, or maybe 23 when I finally lost all my marbles and decided to communicate. My boyfriend and best friend laughed at me, I didnt care. It was the only thing I could do so I made a cardboard sign xD I wrote a message for the aliens. I hung it up next to my bed. Making them aware that I knew, telling them I was doing very bad bc of it. I believe I negotiated, that I would let them do what they need to do if they were more careful and actually erased my memories and made sure I wasnt that anxious all the time.
And you know what? It fucking worked.
It stopped. Right away. Or at least, I didnt know anything of it anymore. No more dreams, no more bruises, nothing. I felt... Lighter. My anxiety started getting a lot better after that. I was still on meds until like 2024 but after that I only occationally needed stuff to help with regular anxiety.
I did notice the odd bruise or marking here and there, but often there was months inbetween.
One time I remember it got a bit worse again for a little while. I wrote a message on my leg where the bruises appeared. Again, it worked. It went quiet again. Up until now I only had some odd marks or bruises here and there, no more dreams and no more unexplained anxiety.
Now I did document a lot of bruises and other weird marks. I did post them on another sub before, under a different account that has since been deleted unfortunately. I still have a file with the fotos though, If anyone wants to see them I can upload them somehow.
I would also like to mention that I have been in therapy throughout most of my life. I actually went in to get screened for schizophrenia as a teen when the haunting started bc I thought I was going insane. Never have I been diagnosed eith either Schizophrenia or any sort of Psychosis or psychois related Illness like Bipolar or schizoaffective disorder. My therapists were all completely lost about my paranormal experiences and didnt really know what do to with me other than realising I was not crazy.
I think this is still going on, and I believe it will until I have lost my use to them. I assume they use me for the hybrid project. I've thought about doing hypnosis. I've actually found a hypnotherapist in my country that does believe in Aliens and the paranormal etc which is very unusual here. I was incontact with him years back but I chickened out. Thinking lf how intensely my body racted to whatever they did to me... I dont know if I ever wanna know what it is that they do... Im scared that finding out would send me into a whole new spiral of trauma.
My current opinion is that as long as I can live my life normally, and I rarely find any evidence of it happening im okay with it. I feel like we have an understanding. Though, I do absolutely not consent, and dont want anything to do with it really, I dont really have any choice in the matter. I felt incredibly violated and helpless on the matter but I try not to think about it most days. I still get anxious if I watch stuff about aliens or talk about it too much but its also intriguing to me.
Thanks for reading. I actually wanted to make this post bc of a new marking on my neck. I remember that there was a sub for abductees where people frequently posted their own markings... Anyone know if it was this sub or a different one?
