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ShatteredMolly
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Linda
Thanks for your advice. I always thought if I was better behaved or more loving then it wouldn’t happen. I even started dressing like my brothers because I knew he wouldn’t have touched a boy. Of course, it never worked.
A friend has let me stay at their place (they’re away. I turned up after they'd left and will leave before they return. They dont know what's gone on with me) for a few weeks so I am hundreds of miles from my home at present. I’m trying to tell myself when I return I’ll go straight to my doctor’s and not my dealer’s. Returning is going to be the real test. I can’t imagine how someone could cope for 56 years and still find the courage and energy to get help. That’s amazing. I hope it’s helping you get where you need to be
Sally
Thanks. I’m not really the black sheep in my family. (Unfortunately) Most of my family are drunks, anorexics, bulimics or have abandoned each other. Even if they knew I was using heroin, after the initial shock, it’d just become another subject to be avoided. The problem is in ‘my family’ there’s always been this stupid code. I wasn’t allowed to cry as a kid or discuss what went on within the family. There are a lot of secrets, and lies and abuse. My cousin spoke out about it at fourteen and spent the rest of his teen years in foster care. His name is just another taboo word now, like ‘alcohol’ or ‘abuse’, nobody mentions his name.
Thanks for your advice. I always thought if I was better behaved or more loving then it wouldn’t happen. I even started dressing like my brothers because I knew he wouldn’t have touched a boy. Of course, it never worked.
A friend has let me stay at their place (they’re away. I turned up after they'd left and will leave before they return. They dont know what's gone on with me) for a few weeks so I am hundreds of miles from my home at present. I’m trying to tell myself when I return I’ll go straight to my doctor’s and not my dealer’s. Returning is going to be the real test. I can’t imagine how someone could cope for 56 years and still find the courage and energy to get help. That’s amazing. I hope it’s helping you get where you need to be
Sally
Thanks. I’m not really the black sheep in my family. (Unfortunately) Most of my family are drunks, anorexics, bulimics or have abandoned each other. Even if they knew I was using heroin, after the initial shock, it’d just become another subject to be avoided. The problem is in ‘my family’ there’s always been this stupid code. I wasn’t allowed to cry as a kid or discuss what went on within the family. There are a lot of secrets, and lies and abuse. My cousin spoke out about it at fourteen and spent the rest of his teen years in foster care. His name is just another taboo word now, like ‘alcohol’ or ‘abuse’, nobody mentions his name.