girlwithwings
New Here
Hi all,
I had a really messed up childhood. It included beatings, sexual abuse and emotional abuse. I left home at 15 to save my own life. It really hit hard when I had my son. Now he has trauma too. From two hospitalizations involving blood squirting everywhere and him screaming for help from me while they held him down to save his life and hurt him . (At one and three years old) He also has had to deal with seeing his Dad smash my face in. (I left) Now he is in a small private school who (god bless these women) are willing to help us. He is very sensitive and triggers easily. The kids taunt the hell out of him. He hits. They stop for awhile. Now the other mothers have let me know that they think he is the source of all violence in the class, and when I opened up (big mistake!) to one of them about what happened I got no response. I know the other moms don't look at me or smile at us or talk to me. I will never have another child out of fear. I never wanted this. I just wanted him to be happy- happier than I was but now he is not. I was isolated by my parents on purpose. He is isolated because I have not got one mom friend, and everyone thinks we are freaks. I sometimes think of the two mothers I met while I was traveling in my early twenties- looking for the pieces of myself that were shattered far and wide- with small children. It was plain as day they were running- I assumed from men who they feared for their life from. I saw a part of myself in them, though I did not know what. Maybe though they were like me- not much to lose except being alone surrounded by people who are not even strangers, at least the scenery and faces change. Anyway I just could use some words from any other mom who could possibly relate, feeling like running to the Canadian wilderness with my son. I won't, I could not be that selfish but it is my fantasy right now I feel so alienated and hopeless.
thanks, L
I had a really messed up childhood. It included beatings, sexual abuse and emotional abuse. I left home at 15 to save my own life. It really hit hard when I had my son. Now he has trauma too. From two hospitalizations involving blood squirting everywhere and him screaming for help from me while they held him down to save his life and hurt him . (At one and three years old) He also has had to deal with seeing his Dad smash my face in. (I left) Now he is in a small private school who (god bless these women) are willing to help us. He is very sensitive and triggers easily. The kids taunt the hell out of him. He hits. They stop for awhile. Now the other mothers have let me know that they think he is the source of all violence in the class, and when I opened up (big mistake!) to one of them about what happened I got no response. I know the other moms don't look at me or smile at us or talk to me. I will never have another child out of fear. I never wanted this. I just wanted him to be happy- happier than I was but now he is not. I was isolated by my parents on purpose. He is isolated because I have not got one mom friend, and everyone thinks we are freaks. I sometimes think of the two mothers I met while I was traveling in my early twenties- looking for the pieces of myself that were shattered far and wide- with small children. It was plain as day they were running- I assumed from men who they feared for their life from. I saw a part of myself in them, though I did not know what. Maybe though they were like me- not much to lose except being alone surrounded by people who are not even strangers, at least the scenery and faces change. Anyway I just could use some words from any other mom who could possibly relate, feeling like running to the Canadian wilderness with my son. I won't, I could not be that selfish but it is my fantasy right now I feel so alienated and hopeless.
thanks, L