I have been a member of this forum twice in the last three years, for just under a year each time but I think this is the first time I am about to succeed in typing I was gang raped every other weekend from the age of six to eight by a group of five "photographers" who had beguile my superficial mother with portfolios and promises of her eldest child being the star that I NEVER EVER wanted to be. Twenty eight and many prolonged harsh life lessons later including being waterboarded and I am moving past the pain and genuinely getting over the abuse but what traps me in exhausting circles every day is everyone in my life has abandoned me from day one by not listening to what was happening cue selective mute ness and as an adult I think my feralness and basically not knowing wtf I disappeared to has caused friends to leave my side and I never had a boyfriend before hubby. I am a different person now I let people in and give of myself generously in social situations but life doesn't just stop throwing shit at you and I've realised just cos I have other adults I fully respect in my life for the first time doesn't mean they'll do jack shit in a crisis. Recently they've let me go through shit there's no way I'd allow to happen to any of them whilst there is still breath in my body so am left wondering why I'm never good enough to stick by or protect even to people whos back I've had during rough times and even now that I have dealt with so many behavioural projections of my own shit. I give give give loved ones all my time and energy daily and yet still when life come at me with a machete I'm fully aware no c*nt's gonna even get up of the sofa. It's so heartbreaking to be the most on top of the trauma I've ever been only to be losing hope of ever trusting anyone.