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A series of unfortunate events?

BLA

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Not really sure where to begin here. Do I begin at the beginning, the middle, or the present? Maybe what is in my head at the time but my head is such a mess lately. I find myself thinking of things I haven't of in a long time. Maybe a short history to start?
I think I forget things that have been traumatic or just bury them deep. I guess this allowed me to semi function most of my life. I am not sure when that started to backfire on me.
I was molested as a child and I believe there was emotional abuse as well. A couple of my siblings have told me they were physically abused as well. I don't remember anything but the sexual abuse and for a long time have held a weird belief that other than being a pedophile that my Dad was an okay guy. We were taken out of this situation when I was nine and for many years believed that this did not have any power over me any more.
Since I have become an adult I have had a series of psychologically abusive relationships. I did leave these relationships but I have kids with them, so have had to share custody. The first one I was able to make a fairly clean break from. By the time I had left I felt beaten and hopeless. I had watched my husband cut up his arms with a big knife when I talked about leaving. Whenever I think of this, even 18 years later, it makes me cringe and sometimes a little nauseous.
My next relationship was short. I realized right away something was off but still have a kid from it. One of this man's favorite things to do was call me to yell at me when I did not get out of work when he thought I should. Funny thing is he knew how scheduling worked because he used to work there.
My next relationship I think I overlooked a lot in the beginning. The red flags I think were there but I didn't recognize them for what they were. It wasn't until he moved me and my girls to a whole other state though that I really saw him more clearly. Have I ever seen him clearly though? I have told myself since I left 9 years ago maybe it was the trauma of losing his sister, or the stress of work. I am not so sure anymore because of his behavior over the past nine years and what I can remember from before. Things like he didn't want me on birth control because I believed what he said about worrying about my health. I could go into a whole long story about all of this but am going to save it for now.
I guess I should include how I became a mom for the fourth time. I guess I had started feeling like no one had ever loved me about 6 years ago. So I think I was seeking that connection. I know I went about it the wrong way but I let myself think someone was different and well now I have a kid. I am ashamed to admit though that I went through a period that I took to be my hormones being out of control due to my age. Now I wonder if it was something going on in my head. Anyway his Dad dropped out of his life. I do feel bad he doesn't have a father but I would rather try to give him all the love and support I can than have him experience some of things his siblings have.
I have have been hospitalized in the past as teenager about three times. I even attempted suicide once. Since that time I have not had any sustained therapy or mental health help. I sought help last year a couple of times but due to my daughter's issues I felt I had to choose helping her over getting to those things.
I will include other things later. The one thing that popped into my head earlier has to do with Ex #2. Before he moved us to another state there was a period where he lived with me and attended school. Now in my mind financially we were not that bad off and I didn't think it was a big deal for him to just focus on school. Eventually though I guess he decided he had to go back to work. I always thought this was him being old fashioned because he is 18 years older than me. Looking at all the ways he has tried to control me over the years though I am wondering was this really a control issue? This is a guy who tried to deny me a vacation because "it was't in the court order". Who am I kidding though? Yeah he has controlled me despite breaking up over 9 years ago. Well along with Ex #2 who yelled at me over mismatched socks that our daughter brought to a visit. So I bought a package of socks and sent it for her keep over there. Anything to keep the peace which is a lie I tell myself because it doesn't work.
Anyway my head is a mess these days. I struggle to concentrate and remember things. Even reading is difficult and I love to read. So I guess I will post things as they pop in my head.
 
That must have been challenging for you to write. Sometimes seeing your narrative unfold may leave you a bit shaken or for some prompt the need to get more out.:hug:

But you took the first step and that was courageous. May you discover new things that free and help heal you as you move forward within your diary. But most of all...try to be gentle to you as you have faced much. :hug:
 
So my childhood is kind of question mark for me. There are things my siblings remember that I don't. Even my younget sister seems to remember more than I do. Granted we are only 16 months apart but I would think I would remember more being older. I am certain my older sister remembers more but I am not sure she wants to talk about it.
My younger sister says that she thinks our father was good at hiding who he was but why do my siblings remember him as being more evil than I do? I do remember incidents of sexual abuse but yet still I saw him as a decent guy besides that. Sexual Abuse is a weird description though to me. It includes so much. Molestation seems like too tame a word too. The only word that seems accurate is rape. It was rape just because I was kid and my father doing it doesn't make it different. At least I don't think it should be viewed differently. My memories of it are hazy. I can actually remember coming out of a trance to(I am really struggling with putting this down) my him pulling out of me from behind. I think I was five. There is another incident that I don't really remember only that he had both me and my younger sister at the same time. I do not know if there are any others.
I am concerned that there are things I do not remember at all. At least two of my siblings remember physical abuse but I do not remember anything like that. When I asked my older sister if our Dad was hypercritical and had angry outbursts she said yes. I don't remember this either. I don't know if this is weird either but I have been trying to remember my mom back then but she is vague if there in my memories at all. My Dad sticks out more in my memories.
I think I was actually put in Special Ed at one point for being withdrawn. I have been wondering about this because I am wondering if I was showing signs of trauma how was this missed? It was the early '80's so maybe it just wasn't on the radar.
When I was 13 or 14 and going through my rough patch I met some guys who were older than me. All 18 and over. One night they bought alcohol and I snuck out with them. My memories are hazy and I know I checked out for a lot of this evening. At one point I remember waking up and one of the guys was inside me. It was tpo much like what happened before. I must have passed out again and remember gaining awareness briefly at different points and realizing more of the same was going on with the other guys. I think I told a few people about this but felt it was my fault. I was even put in a closet at one point. I buried this for many years. Last year while I was driving my daughter to an appointment it popped in my head and I started feeling nauseous. I am not sure what brought it forth. Now it's not something I can ignore anymore even though I really wish it had stayed buried. Even though I know I was a child I still feel shame and like it was my fault. I know that these men should have known better but I put myself in this position. I don't think I have ever told anyone how much it felt like my first memory of abuse.
I was sent away to live with my grandma for awhile after this. I don't think I ever talked about it after I was sent away and for many years it wasn't even in my mind at all. When it popped in my head unexpectedly it was distressing and I still don't know why then. The only thing I can think of is my daughter has been dealing with her own issues as a result of her father's behavior.
I do not think I have been okay for a long time but I was more functioning than I was. When the major downhill started was right after my daughter wrote a sucide note while in her Dad's care. Actually the crazy started before I was even informed of the note. To shorten the story though the note was used to blame me(I am pretty sure that her father texted this but I can hear him yelling at me in my head, "You brought this on yourself!) He would not tell me what hospital he was taking her to and after I found her out of luck he yelled for security when I tried to show them her discharge paperwork from another hospital after he told them he didn't want me in there. Yes he managed to bar me from it until they read the court order he brought that outlined my rights. I was then forced to be in the same room as him for at least 10 hours. I didn't sleep that night and the next day I drove around notifying her providers of where she was. At some point my oldest daughter even lectured me on taking care iof myself. Anyway I just knoe that this seemed to be a turning point for me where I went from I can function to I am even struggling entering in my credit card number into a machine because I can't focus.
 
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A series of unfortunate events.

That's the term that I always use when I describe my life so I did a double take when I read your title. After reading your posts I finally think I am getting a glimmer of why my Ts always say "it wasn't a series of unfortunate events! It was repeated traumas that you were strong enough to live through and come out the other side with your sanity more or less intact and the ability to move forward no matter how much it hurts"

I don't quite get it yet.

But reading your posts, seeing how brave you are for sharing and how strong you are for surviving the horrible things that happened to you --- you are amazing.

And then seeing you discount them as just a "series of unfortunate events" ....Yea, that pretty much rocked my world.

Thank you for sharing. You have given me much to think about (and I'm fairly certain my Ts will be thankful for you too!)
 
A series of unfortunate events.

That's the term that I always use when I describe my life so I did a...
I guess you know how it doesn't feel brave. It is scary. It feels like any moment someone could come out and challenge you on it. I have struggled with people calling me brave and strong because it feels like I am breaking when they do and how can you be strong if you are breaking?
I am glad I gave you something to think about. Reading your post makes me think that maybe we both could go a little easier on ourselves for surviving.
 

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