It can also be:
- protecting a version of yourself that feels uninjured
- or creating a space where you don’t have to fully engage with who you had to become after trauma
- Attics are usually:
- quieter
- less accessible to others
- more controllable (you can retreat there without interacting)
- That combination can feel stabilizing if your nervous system has been overstimulated or violated. It’s not just “darkness”—it’s privacy without confrontation. Darkness isn’t just emotional symbolism—it’s also sensory:
- less visual stimulation (calmer for an overloaded nervous system)
- more control over what you have to process visually
- fewer “eyes on you” feelings (which can matter a lot after sexual trauma)
- a sense of enclosure or boundary (“I’m not exposed here”)
- For many people, darkness functions like a visual boundary.
After my rape I didn’t sleep in my bedroom and had no desire too, let’s be honest a bedroom is a place of “intimacy” hence sexual
My reaction made sense in a very direct, body-level way.
After a sexual assault, the brain often starts doing something called context reclassification: it re-labels places, objects, or situations that used to feel neutral or safe as potentially “linked” to danger, exposure, or sexual vulnerability.
A bedroom is especially powerful in that system because, as I pointed out, it’s culturally and physically associated with:
- sleep (vulnerability, loss of control)
- privacy (being alone, less ability to react)
- intimacy and sex (even if nothing sexual happened there)
- clothing changes / bodily exposure
So after my rape, my nervous system basically went:
“This space = too similar to vulnerability + intimacy + loss of control. I need distance.”
This doesn’t mean this was what I wanted or chose—it was more like a protective alarm system misfiring or over-generalizing to keep me from feeling that level of vulnerability again. Wow! Lastly an attic is a place of old items that are imperishable hence the old or damaged items people refuse to let go, because though they’re old or damaged they still hold value. Wow! I was damaged and broken, but I was holding on still because deep down I knew I still had value! The attic was reminding me of this and giving me some hope!