There is a part of me deep down within that wants to take back my life. That little nine year old who was abused by her brother, wants to come out and say listen here you piece of shit life. I am ready to end all this ptsd shit. I don't want to be taken advantage of, I am tired of being kicked when I am down. I am tired of being stomped on and beaten and bruised. That little self inside of me wants to stand up and take back its life, it wants to be able to be carefree and not have the worries and anger and shame and fear from the sexual abuse.
That 9 year old within me wants their childhood back, wants to be able to have the fun and worry free life that I should have had. Not the one filled with anger and suicidal thoughts and shame and worthlessness for what a freak I was.
The only problem is that I don't know how to give that part of myself what it wants. I missed out on those things and am filled with so much anger and hate and every other bad emotion and reaction in the world I can't give myself what I want. I am so angry at myself, my family, and every other professional that walked through life with me as a child and didn't see what a messed up life I was living. It's hard to believe that my family, teachers, coaches couldn't see that I had changed. How could no one see that I want from an active 9 yr old wanting to play any and all sports, run around outside and just be a kid to someone who was so distant, moody, and didn't want to do anything but sit and read or CRY!
How can someone not tell that something is going on when a child does a basic 180 degree spin on their attitude their activities and just everyday life. All I can say is thanks, thanks to all the adults in my childhood, who didn't help me thanks for being uncaring, uncompassionate, UNWILLING to see or UNWILLING to say or do something about what they did see. Thanks a lot, I hope you people sleep easy at night.
Anyways how the hell am I to let this self inside of me out how am I to give a part of me what it wants. Yes, I am going to therapy but I don't see that as enough, I after months of going to a psychologist every week still do not see how sitting there and talking about things is suppose to make it better. I guess it's because I am a person who wants results immediately, is impatient and doesn't like to talk anyways. My motto of going to therapy is I will go, but no one says I have to like any of it! Not that most would like going to therapy, but some find comfort or security in going, me I know it needs to be done so I do it even though it kills me to have to TALK ABOUT MYSELF.
I guess I am like some of those people you hear about that cut off a limb that is stuck under a rock, when they have been mounting climbing or something. I would cut a limb off because I knew it needed to be done. Some might not because they would have faith in being found or something. Not me! I do not have faith in anything or anyone, sorry for those that do it's just the way I am/feel. I have been screwed over by way to many people in my life to think that someone of a higher power exists. Well that is for another whole discussion, but I didn't sleep much last night, and this is some of the rambling thoughts that went through my head.
That 9 year old within me wants their childhood back, wants to be able to have the fun and worry free life that I should have had. Not the one filled with anger and suicidal thoughts and shame and worthlessness for what a freak I was.
The only problem is that I don't know how to give that part of myself what it wants. I missed out on those things and am filled with so much anger and hate and every other bad emotion and reaction in the world I can't give myself what I want. I am so angry at myself, my family, and every other professional that walked through life with me as a child and didn't see what a messed up life I was living. It's hard to believe that my family, teachers, coaches couldn't see that I had changed. How could no one see that I want from an active 9 yr old wanting to play any and all sports, run around outside and just be a kid to someone who was so distant, moody, and didn't want to do anything but sit and read or CRY!
How can someone not tell that something is going on when a child does a basic 180 degree spin on their attitude their activities and just everyday life. All I can say is thanks, thanks to all the adults in my childhood, who didn't help me thanks for being uncaring, uncompassionate, UNWILLING to see or UNWILLING to say or do something about what they did see. Thanks a lot, I hope you people sleep easy at night.
Anyways how the hell am I to let this self inside of me out how am I to give a part of me what it wants. Yes, I am going to therapy but I don't see that as enough, I after months of going to a psychologist every week still do not see how sitting there and talking about things is suppose to make it better. I guess it's because I am a person who wants results immediately, is impatient and doesn't like to talk anyways. My motto of going to therapy is I will go, but no one says I have to like any of it! Not that most would like going to therapy, but some find comfort or security in going, me I know it needs to be done so I do it even though it kills me to have to TALK ABOUT MYSELF.
I guess I am like some of those people you hear about that cut off a limb that is stuck under a rock, when they have been mounting climbing or something. I would cut a limb off because I knew it needed to be done. Some might not because they would have faith in being found or something. Not me! I do not have faith in anything or anyone, sorry for those that do it's just the way I am/feel. I have been screwed over by way to many people in my life to think that someone of a higher power exists. Well that is for another whole discussion, but I didn't sleep much last night, and this is some of the rambling thoughts that went through my head.