littlelostchild
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I was a 'successful' woman who had managed to keep all of the abuse tucked away in a very well hidden and well locked steel case which exploded about 8 months ago. Anyone who knew me (outside of my husband and a close friend) would be shocked to know that I am the author of this. But I mysteriously disappeared from my successful/powerful career (migraines) as all of my coping skills shut down all at the same time.
Since then I have beeen scared shitless and on this hellish journey into a person I don't recognize and fear. I don't understand what is happening to me, who I am and I blame myself for the abuse.
I figure it started when I was about 5 years old - my dad, grandpa and uncle all had a go at various times. The rapes stopped when I was around 9 or 10, but dad then started these random sneak attacks where he would hide and jump out and grab my breasts from behind me. This went on until I finally put a kitchen chair between him and me in the kitchen one day when I think I was about 17 or so and told him to stop - and mom was in the room. Dad and my uncle made jokes about my breasts even when I didn't have any - and I would laugh along with them. I have a remendous amount of shame feeling that the sexual assaults were my fault. How could 3 different people all choose to assault me if I wasn't doing something to encourage it? 3 different men? Come on - did I give off a vibe? I know that logically it makes no sense and I am working with a psychiatrist on this (cognative reconstruction, using the evidence technique) but is is a really slow go. Maybe hearing from others and reading your stories will help me to understand that I am not alone or the only one who feels this way.
I had wanted to take my life back in May and didn't because my adult children and husband would have been too hurt. I still sometimes want to take my life and they are still my reason for going on. My hope is that some day I will want to go on for mysef. Do people get to that point? Does it get better? Easier? Will I ever feel like a human being again? I feel like crap right now.
Since then I have beeen scared shitless and on this hellish journey into a person I don't recognize and fear. I don't understand what is happening to me, who I am and I blame myself for the abuse.
I figure it started when I was about 5 years old - my dad, grandpa and uncle all had a go at various times. The rapes stopped when I was around 9 or 10, but dad then started these random sneak attacks where he would hide and jump out and grab my breasts from behind me. This went on until I finally put a kitchen chair between him and me in the kitchen one day when I think I was about 17 or so and told him to stop - and mom was in the room. Dad and my uncle made jokes about my breasts even when I didn't have any - and I would laugh along with them. I have a remendous amount of shame feeling that the sexual assaults were my fault. How could 3 different people all choose to assault me if I wasn't doing something to encourage it? 3 different men? Come on - did I give off a vibe? I know that logically it makes no sense and I am working with a psychiatrist on this (cognative reconstruction, using the evidence technique) but is is a really slow go. Maybe hearing from others and reading your stories will help me to understand that I am not alone or the only one who feels this way.
I had wanted to take my life back in May and didn't because my adult children and husband would have been too hurt. I still sometimes want to take my life and they are still my reason for going on. My hope is that some day I will want to go on for mysef. Do people get to that point? Does it get better? Easier? Will I ever feel like a human being again? I feel like crap right now.