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jellfish
Pretty much every single day I wake up at least semi-wishing I was dead. My story is incredibly complex because I have so many gaps in my memory and I'm at least slightly confused most of the time. Nothing really comforts me except being physically held, hugged or hand holding. And even then sometimes it's painful
I'm 21 years old. My father is a physician, but when I was born he was a professor. As a young child I remember him screaming and yelling at my mom a lot and my mom calling the police on him. I don't remember much about being 5-6 except crying a lot and being quiet, but my parents didn't mind until my grades started dropping when I hit puberty. My dad would lecture me for hours, and he wouldn't let me sleep. He'd tickle me or he'd touch me (non-sexually) and tell me I couldn't stop him because he's the boss of the house and needed to learn to obey. When I'd react, at about 15 I was already on quetiapine and diagnosed with a mood disorder, so he would hover over me and watch me take the medicine and I would go to sleep. When I was raped he said he "didn't know what really happened" and I didn't have a great amount of help recovering from that. My dad would humiliate me in front of other people, or even just humiliate me at home-- asking me personal questions about my menstrual cycle which I didn't want to answer-- but he would nag until I gave in. When I was 13 he would go into these in depth talks about sexuality which only in retrospect were creepy. He'd tell me all men were rapists then climb on top of me (with clothes on) and tell me to fight back until I was a sobbing mess. I never fought back I was too afraid. He didn't hug me or anything or tell me he loved me. He would call me ugly or a bitch or useless and worthless. Every single day when I was an adolescent. I feel sick writing this. I was in so much pain and I still am but I haven't been living with him for 4 months. Do I need medication? What therapy do I need? What resources can I find on my own online?
I can't go on disability right now, I'd love to stay at home and try to heal in my new house but instead I work two jobs and go to school for piano/vocal performance. I vomit every day due to severe anxiety and sleep 4-5 hours a day. I don't really know what to do.
I have a boyfriend who I love so much but it's at times like these I have no feeling for him. I love him a lot but I feel so terrible all the time so I don't trust him and I expect him to abandon me and what's worse, sometimes I don't care-- even though I'd be devastated. To me, he is the love of my life, but I don't know how to change my awful self.
If my dad read this he'd tell me I'm a liar and I'd have to start over again.
I'm 21 years old. My father is a physician, but when I was born he was a professor. As a young child I remember him screaming and yelling at my mom a lot and my mom calling the police on him. I don't remember much about being 5-6 except crying a lot and being quiet, but my parents didn't mind until my grades started dropping when I hit puberty. My dad would lecture me for hours, and he wouldn't let me sleep. He'd tickle me or he'd touch me (non-sexually) and tell me I couldn't stop him because he's the boss of the house and needed to learn to obey. When I'd react, at about 15 I was already on quetiapine and diagnosed with a mood disorder, so he would hover over me and watch me take the medicine and I would go to sleep. When I was raped he said he "didn't know what really happened" and I didn't have a great amount of help recovering from that. My dad would humiliate me in front of other people, or even just humiliate me at home-- asking me personal questions about my menstrual cycle which I didn't want to answer-- but he would nag until I gave in. When I was 13 he would go into these in depth talks about sexuality which only in retrospect were creepy. He'd tell me all men were rapists then climb on top of me (with clothes on) and tell me to fight back until I was a sobbing mess. I never fought back I was too afraid. He didn't hug me or anything or tell me he loved me. He would call me ugly or a bitch or useless and worthless. Every single day when I was an adolescent. I feel sick writing this. I was in so much pain and I still am but I haven't been living with him for 4 months. Do I need medication? What therapy do I need? What resources can I find on my own online?
I can't go on disability right now, I'd love to stay at home and try to heal in my new house but instead I work two jobs and go to school for piano/vocal performance. I vomit every day due to severe anxiety and sleep 4-5 hours a day. I don't really know what to do.
I have a boyfriend who I love so much but it's at times like these I have no feeling for him. I love him a lot but I feel so terrible all the time so I don't trust him and I expect him to abandon me and what's worse, sometimes I don't care-- even though I'd be devastated. To me, he is the love of my life, but I don't know how to change my awful self.
If my dad read this he'd tell me I'm a liar and I'd have to start over again.