Emotional Freedom Techniques

Been doing EFT lately. I mostly can't tell if it works immediately like it's supposed to, but there's no denying that it's doing SOMETHING. It's a little easier to process stress, but again, I'm not entirely sure I'm processing it or using it to simply make ignoring things easier. Last night was weird. I'm getting very frustrated with the people around me and their ignorance. I'm sick of the way they assume they have the right to touch me and don't bother to ask first. I'm sick of the constant comment on my unshaven legs whenever I wear a skirt or shorts. One woman actually rubbed my leg when she saw the hair on it. I flipped and spouted "DON'T TOUCH ME" without meaning to, because the best way to deal with things is calmly and politely. Or so I'm told. So anyway. I did the statement, "Even though I'm frustrated with the people around me, I utterly and completely love and accept myself anyway." and repeated it three times while tapping that specific point on my hand. Then I did the tapping pattern three times, and it just opened a can of worms. I felt a fear that was complete, absorbing, unending. My hands were shaking. I drank some tea and then I was angry. I was so angry at myself that it was very difficult not to claw and scratch at my skin like I used to. I'm sure that had I been living alone, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from doing some actual damage. I made myself breathe deep and then I was angry at Them, the people I'm related to, the people that beat and raped and molested and screamed at me and made the world seem twisted and scary and weird. I nearly tore my pillowcase in half. Then I was strangely detached. I was watching my dad rape me, I realized that the sensation is constantly there no matter what I'm doing, but it didn't seem right to put a stop to it. I was simply observing and accepting. Then my breathing got deep and rhythmic, and I was accepting and loving everything, because it was all my experience, and there was nothing to be ashamed of, because it was all a part of me. Then I felt wonderful. Then the normal amount of fear started to seep its way in because I had just had a good experience and that's usually when things go all scary again. Then at some point I fell asleep and had dreams in which I nearly moved back in with my best friend's parents but at the last moment ran away from the house, and my dad was watching me through a telescope and tracking my movements, but I could never seem to find where he was.