I need to say this, don't know if I will be able to tell my T. It is killing me inside.
Those of you who have read parts of my trauma diary would know that when I was little my uncle branded me with his initials by burning them into my skin. You would also know that as I got older it faded and I was left with just a faint scar line which no longer resembled his initials. You would also know that at the end of November I got a tattoo on my shoulder that covers half the width of my back, and goes from the top of my shoulder to the base of my shoulder blade. This was to reclaim my body as my own and had a lot of meaning to me.
The other night my uncle saw that I had gotten this tattoo. He knows his brand was faded and gone. He wasn't pleased about my attempt to claim my body back as mine. After making several comments on my pathetic attempt to reclaim my body as my own when I should remember that it will always belong to him, he decided that it was no longer acceptable that his brand wasn't legible anymore. He pulled out a piece of metal wire that was bent into the shape of his initials on either end. He used a bbq lighter to heat it up and rebranded me. My hip now shows his mark, his brand, his ownership over me.
It's a constant reminder every time I move. It hurts to wear clothes over it as it is right at the bend of my leg and hip. I have a burn kit at my apartment so I will try to keep it clean. It's hard to make sure this doesn't get infected because the area is always moving and rubbing.
This is killing me inside. I want to scream or cry but nothing comes. It's all building up inside and I can't release it.