Pixielicious
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I think that's when my 'breaking point' began. My mom lived abroad and I here in the UK.
My relationship with my mom was always strained. I was like a sister more than a daughter. There was something about me that she couldn't love like she loved all my younger 7 siblings who are all my half brothers and sisters. I grew up thinking it was all my fault. That I was unlovable.
Ever since I can remember, I've always been able to sense, hear and know things about people. This used to freak my mom out because she was a Christian.
I've never seen my biological father, I don't even know his name, only that he was Spanish.
I had 3 stepfathers growing up.
As I grew up into an adult, my moms story about my origin kept changing and I knew she was hiding something. Our relationship became strained, I was her advisor in everything, eventually I moved away from all my family and cut contact with them.
Come 2010, I had a name for a freak like me. An Empath. Me and her had fallen out. But I was told by my spirit guides, yes you read right lol, that she was dieing and to make amends with her before she died.
So 2010 we started to email and skype.
And through email I confronted her. I simply wrote.
I understand now. You was raped wasn't you?
She kept denying it, but she broke down and finally admitted it. She'd been raped on a night out and had sworn to take it to her grave. She never wanted to hurt me. She then opened up and told me she was scared of my ability to 'read into things' and these two things prevented her from getting close to me. This is where we apologised and forgave each other.
I couldn't tell her she was dying, I just couldn't. So I simply said "mom, you've got to go to the drs. You're not well"
And I now know that all this is, where my breaking point for PTSD began.
She went to the drs. Three months later she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer though she'd stopped smoking 6yrs earlier.
She died peacefully in her sleep in May 2011...And That's when my spiral of self destruction began.
I loved my mom, but I loved her more for at least trying to love me. She could have aborted me or given me up for adoption. But she didn't. She tried her best.
But I still yearn for that Love she found so difficult to give to me. I miss her so much.
I've got nothing to lose by writing this for all to see.
But it's killing me to write it... Crying My eyes out here..
So there it is. I'm a woman conceived through rape.
My relationship with my mom was always strained. I was like a sister more than a daughter. There was something about me that she couldn't love like she loved all my younger 7 siblings who are all my half brothers and sisters. I grew up thinking it was all my fault. That I was unlovable.
Ever since I can remember, I've always been able to sense, hear and know things about people. This used to freak my mom out because she was a Christian.
I've never seen my biological father, I don't even know his name, only that he was Spanish.
I had 3 stepfathers growing up.
As I grew up into an adult, my moms story about my origin kept changing and I knew she was hiding something. Our relationship became strained, I was her advisor in everything, eventually I moved away from all my family and cut contact with them.
Come 2010, I had a name for a freak like me. An Empath. Me and her had fallen out. But I was told by my spirit guides, yes you read right lol, that she was dieing and to make amends with her before she died.
So 2010 we started to email and skype.
And through email I confronted her. I simply wrote.
I understand now. You was raped wasn't you?
She kept denying it, but she broke down and finally admitted it. She'd been raped on a night out and had sworn to take it to her grave. She never wanted to hurt me. She then opened up and told me she was scared of my ability to 'read into things' and these two things prevented her from getting close to me. This is where we apologised and forgave each other.
I couldn't tell her she was dying, I just couldn't. So I simply said "mom, you've got to go to the drs. You're not well"
And I now know that all this is, where my breaking point for PTSD began.
She went to the drs. Three months later she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer though she'd stopped smoking 6yrs earlier.
She died peacefully in her sleep in May 2011...And That's when my spiral of self destruction began.
I loved my mom, but I loved her more for at least trying to love me. She could have aborted me or given me up for adoption. But she didn't. She tried her best.
But I still yearn for that Love she found so difficult to give to me. I miss her so much.
I've got nothing to lose by writing this for all to see.
But it's killing me to write it... Crying My eyes out here..
So there it is. I'm a woman conceived through rape.
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