I just signed up with the ptsd group and was glad to see that there is a forum for those of us who have been sexually abused. I am in the SF area with my husband and children and our animals. I am currently in therapy but have just scratched the surface of my past abuse.
I know this is going to sound choppy so bear with me please. When I was 9 I returned back from my summer vacation visiting my dad and step-mom/brother to find out that my mother was engaged to some guy and that they were getting married and we would be moving to another state. The abuse began right after we moved but at that time was spotty. It wasn't till I was about 11 that the abuse was daily. the night I remember the biggest incident.. that night after he was done I was screaming to my mom to come to me. She came running into my room and asked what was wrong. I told her as he came into my room then they both left after they both said that it was the devil putting these ideas in my head. Something died in me, my innocense and my trust. Fastforward to my senior year in H.S. and I catch him watching a friend of mine taking a shower. I am screaming at him and he is chasing me around the house. A few weeks later he gets caught for exposing himself to these two women in a bible book store, the current famliy therapist feels that I am telling the truth and we have a big family "talk" in which he says that yes he has been molesting me. I am then being told by eveyone in that room that I HAVE to forgive him. A few days later a cop is at our door and I tell him what happened. The step-father goes to jail for a week and that is that. They divorce (he was exposed via the news) and I move away.
So, there is the sugar coated version of my up-bringing. Thanks for reading.
I know this is going to sound choppy so bear with me please. When I was 9 I returned back from my summer vacation visiting my dad and step-mom/brother to find out that my mother was engaged to some guy and that they were getting married and we would be moving to another state. The abuse began right after we moved but at that time was spotty. It wasn't till I was about 11 that the abuse was daily. the night I remember the biggest incident.. that night after he was done I was screaming to my mom to come to me. She came running into my room and asked what was wrong. I told her as he came into my room then they both left after they both said that it was the devil putting these ideas in my head. Something died in me, my innocense and my trust. Fastforward to my senior year in H.S. and I catch him watching a friend of mine taking a shower. I am screaming at him and he is chasing me around the house. A few weeks later he gets caught for exposing himself to these two women in a bible book store, the current famliy therapist feels that I am telling the truth and we have a big family "talk" in which he says that yes he has been molesting me. I am then being told by eveyone in that room that I HAVE to forgive him. A few days later a cop is at our door and I tell him what happened. The step-father goes to jail for a week and that is that. They divorce (he was exposed via the news) and I move away.
So, there is the sugar coated version of my up-bringing. Thanks for reading.
