18 existential fears
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I was periodically raped by my stepfather from the ages of about 4 or 5, to 16 or 17. My memory of everything gets hazier by the day. They dropped the case against him, and I’m still working through what happened to me, even while I’m working a part-time job and preparing to move across the country.
This might sound selfish, but how can anyone expect me to be a normal human being? The man who I called “dad” was hurting me nearly every night. I’m not only a victim of child molestation, but also of incest. He hurt other kids, too—I’m not the only one. How am I meant to live with that? I can’t even give my mom a kiss on the cheek without getting paranoid about whether I’m toeing the line into something wrong or not, because my idea of what is and is not appropriate to do with my parents has been so horribly warped by this evil, disgusting, pathetic man.
Even when I get out of this shithole town and finally have the money for therapy, I will never be okay. I will always be haunted by the fact that a stunted, immature man took something from me when I wasn’t even old enough for kindergarten. How can anyone do that to someone? How can you see a little kid just barely learning to carry a tune in a bucket, and think that they must be the perfect sexual partner for you? I can’t stand this. I’m going to be f*cked up forever. I hate this. I hate everything so much. I probably have C-PTSD and BPD and a plethora of similar acronyms all because my mom picked a shitty boyfriend after she divorced my father.
I don’t know what I stand to gain by posting this, but it feels nice to scream into the void sometimes I guess. I at least have my girlfriend. She’s all I have.
This might sound selfish, but how can anyone expect me to be a normal human being? The man who I called “dad” was hurting me nearly every night. I’m not only a victim of child molestation, but also of incest. He hurt other kids, too—I’m not the only one. How am I meant to live with that? I can’t even give my mom a kiss on the cheek without getting paranoid about whether I’m toeing the line into something wrong or not, because my idea of what is and is not appropriate to do with my parents has been so horribly warped by this evil, disgusting, pathetic man.
Even when I get out of this shithole town and finally have the money for therapy, I will never be okay. I will always be haunted by the fact that a stunted, immature man took something from me when I wasn’t even old enough for kindergarten. How can anyone do that to someone? How can you see a little kid just barely learning to carry a tune in a bucket, and think that they must be the perfect sexual partner for you? I can’t stand this. I’m going to be f*cked up forever. I hate this. I hate everything so much. I probably have C-PTSD and BPD and a plethora of similar acronyms all because my mom picked a shitty boyfriend after she divorced my father.
I don’t know what I stand to gain by posting this, but it feels nice to scream into the void sometimes I guess. I at least have my girlfriend. She’s all I have.
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