I was repeatedly drugged by my grandparents (specifically by my papaw, but my granny knew about it) for years when I was a kid so that he could molest and rape me. Once, she was arguing with him that it was too much but he said it wasn’t. I had been suspicious of the warm milk they kept giving me at night so I wouldn’t “keep them awake” when I’d stay the night or they would keep me for my parents. ONLY in that house, with them, I would wake up with my genitals sore and aching. The last time, I had fought not going to sleep after the milk and had stayed awake the entire night. They got my parents to actually scold me for not wanting to drink the warm milk, because they said it made me go right to sleep and they were too old to be kept up all night otherwise. My parents, asking me why I stayed up goofing around all night there when I didn’t do that at home. It is so very hard for people to believe that someone they know and who SEEMS nice and clean-cut is actually so evil and demented in secret. So, I was 11 and figuring it out and fighting it off, so they overdosed me and almost killed me. I woke up with my granny over me beating on my chest and hollering my name and for me to wake up. When I finally did, papaw told her, “Well, that’s it. No more. No more.” What they told my mom the next day was that they had already been in bed but for some reason they both just had a weird feeling and decided to check on me at the same time (they had separate bedrooms). They said, maybe it was just too quiet. But that they found me not breathing, so if I told her I remembered waking up with her beating on my chest that’s what happened. SO...they got a story in my mom’s head before I did, AND they had already been convincing my parents that I was “bad” at their house even though I was not at home. And I had already learned from experience that no one believed that my sweet-seeming, mild-mannered grandparents were the sick monsters that they were.
Just for the record, I BELIEVE YOU. You are NOT crazy.
My mom did not tell my dad or take me to the hospital! YOU! Please go to a medical doctor with your symptoms and get tests run to find out what is wrong with you, but DO NOT go to a doctor your dad knows or let him find out you’re going. Even if you have to go to a different town and with no identification and just go to an er complaining of these symptoms. Just let them find out what is wrong medically without saying you think you have been being poisoned. You need to find out for certain what damage has been done. Then no one can doubt you. If you are afraid that —I’m going out on a limb here— but if you are afraid that tests will show that there is not this damage, please do not let that stop you. It does not mean you are not right about what has been going on. There has to be SOME reason that both you and your mother began similar symptoms after ruffling your dad’s feathers and cutting into his bank account. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. I have not ever regretted trusting my gut, but almost always have regretted not trusting it. You, please trust your gut and ensure your safety first.
Sorry so long, but family members are in a unique position to convince others you are crazy if it is in their interests and they are narcissists.