hi, everyone! thank you once again for the kind words, they mean the world to me. good news, i start counseling next tuesday. the weird thing is, is im actually looking forward to it as im sick of feeling fried all of the time. i also feel like im stuffed with repressed emotions, so itll be good to let out some steam.
i was talking with my mom last night about what might have caused all of this and we both came to the conclusion that it was probably alot of different things over the course of my life. the earliest traumatic memory i have is when i was about 5. my parents went through a pretty violent divorce. my mom and i were spending the day with some friends and there family, and my father decided to come over and that he was going to kill my mom. we were all in the kitchen and i was playing with a friend underneath the table. my dad walks in and starts beating my mom over the head with his fists, kinda like gorilla style. there was no warning at all. then he decides hes gonna break her neck, so he puts his hands around her head and just stays in the threatening position while everyone, including my mom, tries to talk him out of it. meanwhile im under the table with my friend, both of us crying and screaming for him to stop, i remember pleading with him and feeling totally desperate and helpless, and thats pretty much all i remember. somehow my mom talked him out of it and he loosened his grip enough so that she could get out of it and away from him. from what my mom said he went on the run for a while. that was the last time i saw him until i was 11. i remember being so scared that i was shocked and everything seemed unreal. the thing that pisses me off is that my dad planned it, and he didnt care that i was there. he was going to have his revenge whether it ruined my life or not.
a few months after the divorce my mom started seeing this new guy named bill. he was pretty aggresive and would yell at me alot. my mom got pregnant and things started getting overly stressful. bill started slapping me around as a result, though it wasent as bad at this point. when my brother was born we all moved to florida and this is when things got horrible. bill started beating the hell out of me. i remember coming home after spending the night at a friends house with my clothes stuffed in a bag. when bill saw that he smacked the living hell out of me across my room and on to my bed. this wasent just smacking, this was more like open handed hitting. i remember looking at him while he was hitting me and seeing this pale blank expression on his face, like he simply wasent there anymore. i remember feeling humiliated afterwards. bill would come up to me after and tell me he was so sorry and that he was going to hell. i would feel guilty for hating him and then id tell him it was alright and that it wasent his fault. then hed usually make me hug him. this kind of thing was pretty frequent, like a couple times a week for about 4 years.
well, thats all i have in me for today. once again thanks so much for the support!
take care,
nate