lostforgottensoul
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Ok, so before I post this first; for anyone that hasnt read it, here is my introduction https://www.myptsd.com/threads/my-story-me.58064/ but it has holes; before today, no one but my therapist knew about this. Please be advised that I already think Im the worst person that walked the planet, so if anyone posts anything that paints me in a bad way, it will hit a huge trigger; probabaly about the biggest; but I feel so deeply inside, not sure why or where its coming from, that I have to grieve that "child self" thats still with me, to get better. Part of that is shedding the self rage and self hated; the thick chocolate coating covering a piece of candy; the rest of my emotions; which due to this "thick chocolate coating" i cant get to the the other emotions, the "candy". Im hoping that through a series of posts, i can shed that self rage and harted a little bit to get to my other emotions; especially if i read this to my therapist outloud tomorrow. So read my story first, in the link above, if you havent already, to understand, but heres one of the few missing pieces. By the way, im now 34, not married, and medically and physically cant have children due to what happened to me as a child.
When I was 14, I was babysitting a 10 month old baby boy. I baby sat him for a bit without anything going wrong, a few weeks. Feeding, changing, laying down for naps, watching tv, even singing him to sleep rocking him. But while i was in the middle of my hell, one day i had a thought. He was sitting in my lap in an easy chair watching tv, his back against my stomach just hanging out. The thought was, I wonder if a baby could get an erection (no experience with kids at age 14) and if it feels good for them. I decided to put my hand in his diaper and molested him. Only did this for about 5 mins or so and i so clearly can remember how he looked up at me, it was a look of "i dont like this" and "this is wrong", and i understand a 10 month old doesnt know that was wrong but i swear he knew he didnt like it. I quickly picked him up, put him in the playpen and went to go throw up. I dont know if the parents had a nanny cam or if it was coincidence but that was the last time the parents let me babysit. I found the posted ad on a bullitin board, they didnt know me, i didnt know them. They had a small interview with me before i started to sit for them and my mom and step dad said as long as it didnt get in the way of my prostititing for them and i gave them the money, they were ok with it. I always wondered if the parents knew but if they didnt press charges due to my age or something. I came home that day, made my parents so mad at me on purpose to get triple the punishments; i deserve it after what i had just done; which i never told them about. I continued the punishments all that night myself. I have never had a thought like that of a child since. Because of this, in 2001, when i was 20, my friend had me stay with her for free if i would be a live in nanny but what i didnt know is i would be his stand in mother for 4 months from day 1. He was just a few weeks when 9/11 happened which is how i remember the time frame. I had the hardest time bathing him, i didnt want to touch his private areas even when bathing, even though i had no sexual thoughts at all, due to what i did; i didnt want to even have my hand near that area of a child. What i did deserves punishment, jail time, why do i get a pass and others dont? Even though ive never had those thoughts again i hate myself so much for it; even though i was being severely abused and this was my new normal, i still deserved punishment. My 14 yr old self is sick. She was getting bullied to the point of rocks being thrown at her head but what she did was disgusting! She deserved to go to jail! Why would she ever deserve to be happy? What if that was my child or your child? No one told any one, not even my parents. We were going to "family therpy" in a christian youth center cuz thats whom i named; wrong name; my parents had good world faces and people believed and still believe that they were good parents and so it was a bash me time; the "honor thy father and thy mother"; "he's NOT my father!" I said. I got punished for that. Hint to what was going on there, punished. Say anything wrong about them, punished. Punishment is all i ever deserved. Not even my actual birth father cared about me as a small child, yelled at me, called me a clutz all the time, took my brother places but not me and the only way i could spend time with him was to pretend i liked football games and lay with him. Though we now live together, he pretty much treats me the same again (he was way nicer when i got back in contact with him when i was 19). What would i expect, its what i deserve, right? I cant look into mirrors, i cant see whats there because whats there is disgusting! I never remember anyone loving me, liking me as in friends, i was hated at home, hated at school, hated at work. Do i deserve anything else? I often wonder, did i just f*ck someone else's life up? Is it now a supressed memory for him to heal from? Do i really deserve anything but to be punished for this?
When I was 14, I was babysitting a 10 month old baby boy. I baby sat him for a bit without anything going wrong, a few weeks. Feeding, changing, laying down for naps, watching tv, even singing him to sleep rocking him. But while i was in the middle of my hell, one day i had a thought. He was sitting in my lap in an easy chair watching tv, his back against my stomach just hanging out. The thought was, I wonder if a baby could get an erection (no experience with kids at age 14) and if it feels good for them. I decided to put my hand in his diaper and molested him. Only did this for about 5 mins or so and i so clearly can remember how he looked up at me, it was a look of "i dont like this" and "this is wrong", and i understand a 10 month old doesnt know that was wrong but i swear he knew he didnt like it. I quickly picked him up, put him in the playpen and went to go throw up. I dont know if the parents had a nanny cam or if it was coincidence but that was the last time the parents let me babysit. I found the posted ad on a bullitin board, they didnt know me, i didnt know them. They had a small interview with me before i started to sit for them and my mom and step dad said as long as it didnt get in the way of my prostititing for them and i gave them the money, they were ok with it. I always wondered if the parents knew but if they didnt press charges due to my age or something. I came home that day, made my parents so mad at me on purpose to get triple the punishments; i deserve it after what i had just done; which i never told them about. I continued the punishments all that night myself. I have never had a thought like that of a child since. Because of this, in 2001, when i was 20, my friend had me stay with her for free if i would be a live in nanny but what i didnt know is i would be his stand in mother for 4 months from day 1. He was just a few weeks when 9/11 happened which is how i remember the time frame. I had the hardest time bathing him, i didnt want to touch his private areas even when bathing, even though i had no sexual thoughts at all, due to what i did; i didnt want to even have my hand near that area of a child. What i did deserves punishment, jail time, why do i get a pass and others dont? Even though ive never had those thoughts again i hate myself so much for it; even though i was being severely abused and this was my new normal, i still deserved punishment. My 14 yr old self is sick. She was getting bullied to the point of rocks being thrown at her head but what she did was disgusting! She deserved to go to jail! Why would she ever deserve to be happy? What if that was my child or your child? No one told any one, not even my parents. We were going to "family therpy" in a christian youth center cuz thats whom i named; wrong name; my parents had good world faces and people believed and still believe that they were good parents and so it was a bash me time; the "honor thy father and thy mother"; "he's NOT my father!" I said. I got punished for that. Hint to what was going on there, punished. Say anything wrong about them, punished. Punishment is all i ever deserved. Not even my actual birth father cared about me as a small child, yelled at me, called me a clutz all the time, took my brother places but not me and the only way i could spend time with him was to pretend i liked football games and lay with him. Though we now live together, he pretty much treats me the same again (he was way nicer when i got back in contact with him when i was 19). What would i expect, its what i deserve, right? I cant look into mirrors, i cant see whats there because whats there is disgusting! I never remember anyone loving me, liking me as in friends, i was hated at home, hated at school, hated at work. Do i deserve anything else? I often wonder, did i just f*ck someone else's life up? Is it now a supressed memory for him to heal from? Do i really deserve anything but to be punished for this?
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