Hi friends.:hug:
Words have escaped me a lot lately.
So much integrating and healing taking place. It's hectic adjusting to outside life again and well, let's face, hectic is my life story. As some, or many of you, know, I've given birth to seven people, so that's pretty insane for someone who has cptsd.
I was taken advantage of (and had it been USA, it would have been classified as statutory rape) by a man, twice my age, as a homeless, suffering, sixteen year old and now my oldest son is 27. I lived a very hard life, trying to damage-control baring a child as a "wounded child" myself, and ended up providing 6 siblings for that young man.
Their father is not a well or a trustworthy man so my life is fraught with concern for my children's well-being because of the issues they face due to their parents.
I no longer live with their Dad, haven't for 8 years now. He managed to parentally ailienate me and many of my children for a significant portion of that time, but only with the ones who were already teens when I left.
At the point of leaving, I knew, without a doubt, that if I didn't leave then, I wouldn't last, on this planet much longer. I was exceedingly unwell, having been abused and criminally neglected and kept isolated and marginalized by abusers for my entire life, other than a brief period where I was homeless and experienced plenty of sexual abuse, druggings, assaults and exploitation during that time.
I still have my two youngest in my care. My 2nd born, who is disabled, is in supported accommodation and has a wonderful day program, which I am proud of myself for facilitating.
Now my 4th youngest son wants to live with me too, and my oldest daughter is desperate to be independent of narcy Dad and living closer to me, as well.
I am so blessed for the opportunity to receive the care I got in Belmont. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was my first truly safe and adequately cared-for residential experience of my life. I will be returning in early July. I feel different. Things are shifting. I feel stronger, less frightened, more like a person with rights who matters, than ever before.
I have hope, that I can support my children to recover from what they have endured as well.
Life is looking up. Ease, instead of dis-ease, is growing, for me.:happy: