Kas_Can_Fly
Diamond Member
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I have something in my life that brings inspiration and hope - two absolutely amazing, supportive people who I am honored to call my best friends. After having reached a point where I genuinely believed that I wasn't worthy of anything good, to have something so astoundingly positive, not a day goes past where I am not thankful.
Aside from that however is a dilemma; doing the right thing. See I have a dog, he used to be walked nearly 10 miles every day round the coast and back. Then I moved into again to a place where I felt worse, I had drug addicts and dealers as neighbours, harrassing neighbours and other peoples broken beer bottles ended up in my garden every day. My dog then only got shorter walks half the distance or just to the park. Then I found out that one of my abusers lived about 5 doors down. I stopped leaving the house. When I moved again, this improved marginally on and off but never consistently and then I broke my foot. Even when it healed he got walked short walks very late at night or a run in the green across the road. I became more and more unable to leave the house.
Eventually I moved back in with my Mum, no longer able to look after myself. I feel plagued and trapped. Last year everything spiraled out of control and I finally came clean about the severity of the abuse that I suffered. I made the choice to cut out the people involved and their supporters and though I'd never have asked it of them, so did the rest of our household. Now however freed I am from them, I am unable to leave the house with out feeling entirely on edge and rationally so as I have frequently bumped into people on my avoid list. My poor dog very rarely gets walked and despite him still being permanently happy and waggy, I know this is not good for him.
I am being an irresponsible owner and am not able to give him what he needs and what's worse is the reason I can't is because of the same people who caused all my trauma, they've ruined everything in my life and even now they're no longer a part of it they still manage to hurt me. I really don't want to rehome him, but I realise that it's the right thing to do.
Why now, you might be thinking? Well I direct you back to my first paragraph, the best thing in my life, my two friends who live half way across the country. The ability to visit and stay with them is incredible, it gives me some control of my own life back. It's fresh and new and untainted. It's a life-saver. But when I go, I leave my dog at home with my Mum and then he doesn't even have me around to give him attention, he sits staring at the door waiting for me to come back. It's just the tip of the iceberg, really, but I think I need to rehome him and it's killing me. Even if I could take him with me when I go (which is not really possible) and then I would be able to walk him too, he would still be neglected when we came back. My only concern is that he is too bonded to me and wouldn't settle in a new home and would still miss me, but I don't really know if that's the case. But really, I don't want to rehome him for my own selfish reasons.
The two best things in my life are these two friends and my dog, who has honestly been the only thing keeping me going for so, so long. Everything back home is a permanent haunting of my past and it keeps taking from me, even now it's all over. The only reason I stay here is because I need therapy and I'm finally nearly receiving it and I need that to develop some kind of normal ability to look after my self and because I have my Mum and sisters to help me look after myself here. It's all a massive dilemma. :(
Aside from that however is a dilemma; doing the right thing. See I have a dog, he used to be walked nearly 10 miles every day round the coast and back. Then I moved into again to a place where I felt worse, I had drug addicts and dealers as neighbours, harrassing neighbours and other peoples broken beer bottles ended up in my garden every day. My dog then only got shorter walks half the distance or just to the park. Then I found out that one of my abusers lived about 5 doors down. I stopped leaving the house. When I moved again, this improved marginally on and off but never consistently and then I broke my foot. Even when it healed he got walked short walks very late at night or a run in the green across the road. I became more and more unable to leave the house.
Eventually I moved back in with my Mum, no longer able to look after myself. I feel plagued and trapped. Last year everything spiraled out of control and I finally came clean about the severity of the abuse that I suffered. I made the choice to cut out the people involved and their supporters and though I'd never have asked it of them, so did the rest of our household. Now however freed I am from them, I am unable to leave the house with out feeling entirely on edge and rationally so as I have frequently bumped into people on my avoid list. My poor dog very rarely gets walked and despite him still being permanently happy and waggy, I know this is not good for him.
I am being an irresponsible owner and am not able to give him what he needs and what's worse is the reason I can't is because of the same people who caused all my trauma, they've ruined everything in my life and even now they're no longer a part of it they still manage to hurt me. I really don't want to rehome him, but I realise that it's the right thing to do.
Why now, you might be thinking? Well I direct you back to my first paragraph, the best thing in my life, my two friends who live half way across the country. The ability to visit and stay with them is incredible, it gives me some control of my own life back. It's fresh and new and untainted. It's a life-saver. But when I go, I leave my dog at home with my Mum and then he doesn't even have me around to give him attention, he sits staring at the door waiting for me to come back. It's just the tip of the iceberg, really, but I think I need to rehome him and it's killing me. Even if I could take him with me when I go (which is not really possible) and then I would be able to walk him too, he would still be neglected when we came back. My only concern is that he is too bonded to me and wouldn't settle in a new home and would still miss me, but I don't really know if that's the case. But really, I don't want to rehome him for my own selfish reasons.
The two best things in my life are these two friends and my dog, who has honestly been the only thing keeping me going for so, so long. Everything back home is a permanent haunting of my past and it keeps taking from me, even now it's all over. The only reason I stay here is because I need therapy and I'm finally nearly receiving it and I need that to develop some kind of normal ability to look after my self and because I have my Mum and sisters to help me look after myself here. It's all a massive dilemma. :(