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Here we are again, 1am in the morning wide awake, my ears buzzing, mind racing, and saddened. I was full of hope and new optimism when I had a chance to finally talk to my parents about my attackers and how it's been in my life for the past 21 years.
I knew it was a mistake to even let them into my world. Being full of feelings of rejections for so long, I had this pain in my gut every time I mustered the courage to consider talking with them. I had a decent childhood and was always well provided for but my mom was always a fragile person so I was always a afraid to talk to her about anything.
I was told by my attackers to never say a word, that they would find ways to destroy me or hurt my family no matter no matter where I was. Day or night, and no matter how long it took would they hunt me down. And phraises like "this our special secret" or "no one would believe you anyway" are the threats that played through my mind for so long. I 200% believed what they said. Why not, they had the will and sick and twisted ability-without any conscious- to physically harm, abuse, and attack me.
After talking with my parents I was able to sleep for the first time in a while having felt that I no longer had to cary this burden and loneliness myself. Just as I expected, I was wrong. I should have never said a thing. My therapist said this would be a most difficult thingnto accomplish, but if I could do it, would be a defining point in healing.
God bless my beautiful wife for asking them to come and see me. I could never muster the courage by myself. But we both feel it was a mistake, now.
I have now learned that that they believe I'm lying. That I'm a pathological liar. They justify this by saying I was lying when I was 2. Or because of failed relationships in my life. Or of failed pursuits. We all lie. We all get caught. I always got caught anyway, my mom could always tell when any of us growing up were lying. We all fail, we all also have successes too in which I have many.
This May I was real sick, not knowing what was happening to me. I've endured spinal taps, painful proceedures, needles, and probes in my head to figure out what was wrong with me. I had several injuries, self inflicted trauma due to disasociation, and injuries i don't know howmit happened. I even agreed to have my car tracked ny satellite.
My tests revealed slowing in my front temporal lobe, EEG spikes confirming my migraines and nerve damage when I took a head blow from my attacker. Got 36 stitches in my head from that. Tests also confirm very high cortesol levels and suspected seritonan deficiencies which is why I take all these seratonin antagonists.
While I was initially hurt and upset they don't believe me, there is some peace in knowing where you stand. And you know what? Just as my attackers told me that no one would believe me, I guess comes as no shock that they don't believe me. Thismis what I believed for so long anyway.
God and my wife are the only ones I can trust now. My dear wife has been there every step of the way. She has seen my downs and my progress. She doesn't judge me. No one has the right or authority to judge me. But she can tell you how much progress I have made. How much of a better person I am becoming.
I knew it was a mistake to even let them into my world. Being full of feelings of rejections for so long, I had this pain in my gut every time I mustered the courage to consider talking with them. I had a decent childhood and was always well provided for but my mom was always a fragile person so I was always a afraid to talk to her about anything.
I was told by my attackers to never say a word, that they would find ways to destroy me or hurt my family no matter no matter where I was. Day or night, and no matter how long it took would they hunt me down. And phraises like "this our special secret" or "no one would believe you anyway" are the threats that played through my mind for so long. I 200% believed what they said. Why not, they had the will and sick and twisted ability-without any conscious- to physically harm, abuse, and attack me.
After talking with my parents I was able to sleep for the first time in a while having felt that I no longer had to cary this burden and loneliness myself. Just as I expected, I was wrong. I should have never said a thing. My therapist said this would be a most difficult thingnto accomplish, but if I could do it, would be a defining point in healing.
God bless my beautiful wife for asking them to come and see me. I could never muster the courage by myself. But we both feel it was a mistake, now.
I have now learned that that they believe I'm lying. That I'm a pathological liar. They justify this by saying I was lying when I was 2. Or because of failed relationships in my life. Or of failed pursuits. We all lie. We all get caught. I always got caught anyway, my mom could always tell when any of us growing up were lying. We all fail, we all also have successes too in which I have many.
This May I was real sick, not knowing what was happening to me. I've endured spinal taps, painful proceedures, needles, and probes in my head to figure out what was wrong with me. I had several injuries, self inflicted trauma due to disasociation, and injuries i don't know howmit happened. I even agreed to have my car tracked ny satellite.
My tests revealed slowing in my front temporal lobe, EEG spikes confirming my migraines and nerve damage when I took a head blow from my attacker. Got 36 stitches in my head from that. Tests also confirm very high cortesol levels and suspected seritonan deficiencies which is why I take all these seratonin antagonists.
While I was initially hurt and upset they don't believe me, there is some peace in knowing where you stand. And you know what? Just as my attackers told me that no one would believe me, I guess comes as no shock that they don't believe me. Thismis what I believed for so long anyway.
God and my wife are the only ones I can trust now. My dear wife has been there every step of the way. She has seen my downs and my progress. She doesn't judge me. No one has the right or authority to judge me. But she can tell you how much progress I have made. How much of a better person I am becoming.