Hello,
Because of the anonymity of this forum I think this will be the first time that I've ever said (written) these words as a whole.
My dad suffered from PTSD as well, he was a marine vet. From as long as I can remember he had a violent temper and it became ingrained in me to never cry and to show no pain. Physical or emotional.
If me and my younger sibling got in trouble it could get very bad. I remember him picking my brother up by the belt on his school uniform and throwing him repeatedly. My brother was 6 at the time. Then one night my dad snuck in my room and "it" began.
I was 11. This went on until I was 16. I would be at school during class and suddenly feel so dirty. When these attacks happened, every night and any opportunity during the day, some were more violent then others. I was very defiant, would bite, claw, hit, kick.. And he'd become angrier. Once he whipped me with a horsewhip, another tried to drown me, and knocked me out more than once.
As time progressed I was the only one willing to stand up to him for my mom and brother. And I was the only one that could make him stop. At 12 I was my mothers protector.
Funny thing is we were the family all the other kids envied. Money, vacations, got what we wanted when we wanted it. And no one knew this dark secret. Even when my dad got arrested for trying to kill my mom (she dropped all charges they still live happily ever after).
My dad wasn't the only one either. My babysitter molested me when I was about 4 while having an affair with my dad. Yeah. There's a lot more to my story but this is the beginning and enough for now.
I was left with severe PTSD but my life is my own and will be what I make it. I struggle with a lot of things but these experiences gave me insight in to others. My own therapist hasn't received this much information and I've been with her for over a year.
Because of the anonymity of this forum I think this will be the first time that I've ever said (written) these words as a whole.
My dad suffered from PTSD as well, he was a marine vet. From as long as I can remember he had a violent temper and it became ingrained in me to never cry and to show no pain. Physical or emotional.
If me and my younger sibling got in trouble it could get very bad. I remember him picking my brother up by the belt on his school uniform and throwing him repeatedly. My brother was 6 at the time. Then one night my dad snuck in my room and "it" began.
I was 11. This went on until I was 16. I would be at school during class and suddenly feel so dirty. When these attacks happened, every night and any opportunity during the day, some were more violent then others. I was very defiant, would bite, claw, hit, kick.. And he'd become angrier. Once he whipped me with a horsewhip, another tried to drown me, and knocked me out more than once.
As time progressed I was the only one willing to stand up to him for my mom and brother. And I was the only one that could make him stop. At 12 I was my mothers protector.
Funny thing is we were the family all the other kids envied. Money, vacations, got what we wanted when we wanted it. And no one knew this dark secret. Even when my dad got arrested for trying to kill my mom (she dropped all charges they still live happily ever after).
My dad wasn't the only one either. My babysitter molested me when I was about 4 while having an affair with my dad. Yeah. There's a lot more to my story but this is the beginning and enough for now.
I was left with severe PTSD but my life is my own and will be what I make it. I struggle with a lot of things but these experiences gave me insight in to others. My own therapist hasn't received this much information and I've been with her for over a year.