Teasel
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When I was 11 I told Mum what was happening and she didn't believe me. I knew then I was trapped till I was 18. That was too much to bear. I can't describe the sinking feeling. Tears came out, but silently. That was the way I cried for the next 10 years.
I went to sleep. Kind of felt dull almost dead. I remember it as a painful time, being bullied, being rejected by everyone, friends neighbourhoid kids, neighbourhood adults, teachers, my family. I got into binge eating fairly extremely, Stealing compulsively till I was thankfully caught.
When I was 15 I guess I was big enough and strong enough to fight him off. I think he was as shocked as I was that I won.
A while later I started to wake up.
In little bursts mostly.
I remember making a joke and a girl laughing (I'm a good way) and being amazed. Wondering where this spark of personality had come from.
The next couple years I woke up more & more.
Then I was raped and began my first abusive relationship.
I remember every now and again I would wake up and suddenly be aware that i had not bren living for maybe many many months and I would sob and sob and sob then go back to sleep.
I don't know, haven't thought about this for a long time. Not sure why I'm posting.
It's just dissociation tho isn't it?
I went to sleep. Kind of felt dull almost dead. I remember it as a painful time, being bullied, being rejected by everyone, friends neighbourhoid kids, neighbourhood adults, teachers, my family. I got into binge eating fairly extremely, Stealing compulsively till I was thankfully caught.
When I was 15 I guess I was big enough and strong enough to fight him off. I think he was as shocked as I was that I won.
A while later I started to wake up.
In little bursts mostly.
I remember making a joke and a girl laughing (I'm a good way) and being amazed. Wondering where this spark of personality had come from.
The next couple years I woke up more & more.
Then I was raped and began my first abusive relationship.
I remember every now and again I would wake up and suddenly be aware that i had not bren living for maybe many many months and I would sob and sob and sob then go back to sleep.
I don't know, haven't thought about this for a long time. Not sure why I'm posting.
It's just dissociation tho isn't it?