i've lived in fear my whole life, ever since i was a young child. living in fear of the most terrifying person i have met in my life; my dad. i was living at home with my family for 21 years. i only just moved away about 2 years ago.
the first 21 years of my life have been nothing but physical and mental abuse at the hands of my dad and when it wasn't by him it was at school every day by the bullies. my dad used to beat me and shout and scream at me ever since i was of a very young age, the abuse never stopped. after the beatings my mum would make me apologise to him every time "i'm sorry for making you angry daddy. i promise i won't ever do it again. i'm so sorry daddy." but no matter how many times i said i was sorry it never stopped. when i was 14 i started cutting myself all over to try and escape, i was trapped at home when i wasn't at school. i was so angry and hateful, how could i let this ****ing go on! why was it happening?? why didn't anyone do anything?? or notice that anything was wrong?? or am i being paranoid, is this normal!?
i started drinking and smoking shortly after and started bunking off school to get wasted. when i was 17 my mum made me go to the doctors. she had seen my arms. the doctor asked why i did it and i told him the truth about my dad. he said he can call the police right there and he'll be arrested. my mum broke down in tears and said i wasn't allowed to do that. so the doctor just gave me anti depressants. i went home and swallowed them all.
my dad got ever more controlling over my life as i grew older. i was never allowed to see friends or have fun. let alone a boyfriend. i met my first boyfriend when i was 18, when my dad found out he got even more angry towards me and even more strict and controlling. when i was 21 i moved out and just suppressed all of the memories and tried to move on with my life. i started drinking more heavily and smoking weed everyday to try and forget all the memories and nightmares i've been having the whole of my life. in august 2009 i was raped, i've been in denial and shock ever since it happened and only just told my boyfriend about it a few weeks ago after a series of really bad panic attacks where i feel as in i'm in a threatening situation and i just feel very intense fear for my life, fear that i will be dying right now in that moment! its gotten worse and worse now, i finally went to the doctors to register yesterday and told them i think i have post traumatic stress disorder and they've booked me in with a gp tomorrow morning. this just feels so long away, i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't function, i can't concentrate, i don't remember what it is to be able to function i just stay in bed all day crying my eyes out avoiding the world, friends, family. this post has been really hard for me i don't trust anyone. i just don't know what to do i feel dead already every day, i have no feeling apart from this overwhelming sadness and lack of energy to do anything.
the first 21 years of my life have been nothing but physical and mental abuse at the hands of my dad and when it wasn't by him it was at school every day by the bullies. my dad used to beat me and shout and scream at me ever since i was of a very young age, the abuse never stopped. after the beatings my mum would make me apologise to him every time "i'm sorry for making you angry daddy. i promise i won't ever do it again. i'm so sorry daddy." but no matter how many times i said i was sorry it never stopped. when i was 14 i started cutting myself all over to try and escape, i was trapped at home when i wasn't at school. i was so angry and hateful, how could i let this ****ing go on! why was it happening?? why didn't anyone do anything?? or notice that anything was wrong?? or am i being paranoid, is this normal!?
i started drinking and smoking shortly after and started bunking off school to get wasted. when i was 17 my mum made me go to the doctors. she had seen my arms. the doctor asked why i did it and i told him the truth about my dad. he said he can call the police right there and he'll be arrested. my mum broke down in tears and said i wasn't allowed to do that. so the doctor just gave me anti depressants. i went home and swallowed them all.
my dad got ever more controlling over my life as i grew older. i was never allowed to see friends or have fun. let alone a boyfriend. i met my first boyfriend when i was 18, when my dad found out he got even more angry towards me and even more strict and controlling. when i was 21 i moved out and just suppressed all of the memories and tried to move on with my life. i started drinking more heavily and smoking weed everyday to try and forget all the memories and nightmares i've been having the whole of my life. in august 2009 i was raped, i've been in denial and shock ever since it happened and only just told my boyfriend about it a few weeks ago after a series of really bad panic attacks where i feel as in i'm in a threatening situation and i just feel very intense fear for my life, fear that i will be dying right now in that moment! its gotten worse and worse now, i finally went to the doctors to register yesterday and told them i think i have post traumatic stress disorder and they've booked me in with a gp tomorrow morning. this just feels so long away, i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't function, i can't concentrate, i don't remember what it is to be able to function i just stay in bed all day crying my eyes out avoiding the world, friends, family. this post has been really hard for me i don't trust anyone. i just don't know what to do i feel dead already every day, i have no feeling apart from this overwhelming sadness and lack of energy to do anything.