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I lived through years of sexual abuse by my dad, his friend, and that friend's older son. Long story short, my mom knew, found out by reading my diary when I was at school at age 11, but didn't believe me. Convinced me I was lying and was a "messed up" kid. Fast-forward 10 years, I'm 18 and my mom is pregnant again. She pulls me aside before school and says, "I need you to tell me you lied to me about your dad hurting you when you were a kid. Because if you weren't lying and you never stopped it, its your fault if your baby sister gets hurt." Flash forward a few years later and I'm a getting raped after a college party. I feel I could have gotten out of this situation, had I not froze up remembering my childhood abuse. Then fast-forward to late August 2015. I'm 23, a senior in college, finally seeing a helpful therapist and finally sleeping every night, finally in a healthy, happy relationship with a kind and patient guy. We (my partner, my therapist, and I) had been thinking that I needed to cut ties with my parents in order to fully move on. I had some furnature left at my parent's house left to me from my great-grandma. My boyfriend and I decided to visit one last time and pick that up, but while there we discovered that my little sister (now 6) was sharing a bed with my dad (the man who abused me...the man who my mom knew abused me). Then my sister starts taking off her clothes and exposing her genital to my boyfriend, who is essentially a stranger to her, and sitting on his lap. He is understandably uncomfortable. My parents are in the room and do nothing. We quickly find a way to leave. My boyfriend is a therapist. He felt obligated to call Child Protective Services, and I felt obligated on a moral basis. We made the call. We both said "we do not want to make an accusation, but feel there is a strong possibility that sexual abuse is or will occur in the home." Next thing I know my life is upside down. My dad's calling my boyfriend screaming about a restraining order, a police detective is asking me if I want to prosecute my dad. Then my phone service is cut off.
In the course of 3 weeks I have gone from a successful college senior with a 3.8 GPA, who was benefiting from therapy and cautiously optimistic about my ability to cope with PTSD in the future, to a nervous wreck. I've been puking, doubled over in stomach cramps, dissociating, having crying spells, panic attacks, flashbacks,experiencing lack of hunger and energy and sleep, and cycling through a wide range of emotions that, even with prior PTSD problems, I have never felt before. Two nights ago I lost it completely. I have missed every class and failed every quiz. The dean of students is trying to help me find a way to drop out for this semester in a way that doesn't compromise my GPA or Scholarships and other financial aid. I leaned against the hallway wall for over and hour rubbing my head against the wall, totally zoned out, and when I "came to" I was sitting on the couch in my boyfriends arms, with an ice-pack on my head. I'd actually rubbed the skin raw and bleeding on part of my head and didn't realize it.
I am not suicidal but deeply worry I WILL be if I don't get a handle on this. I don't want to end up in a mental health facility, though I realize there is no shame in that, the ones around here are not very good for problems like PTSD.
It really does feel good to just tell my story to people who have some semblance of understanding and have gone through PTSD themselves. Thanks.
In the course of 3 weeks I have gone from a successful college senior with a 3.8 GPA, who was benefiting from therapy and cautiously optimistic about my ability to cope with PTSD in the future, to a nervous wreck. I've been puking, doubled over in stomach cramps, dissociating, having crying spells, panic attacks, flashbacks,experiencing lack of hunger and energy and sleep, and cycling through a wide range of emotions that, even with prior PTSD problems, I have never felt before. Two nights ago I lost it completely. I have missed every class and failed every quiz. The dean of students is trying to help me find a way to drop out for this semester in a way that doesn't compromise my GPA or Scholarships and other financial aid. I leaned against the hallway wall for over and hour rubbing my head against the wall, totally zoned out, and when I "came to" I was sitting on the couch in my boyfriends arms, with an ice-pack on my head. I'd actually rubbed the skin raw and bleeding on part of my head and didn't realize it.
I am not suicidal but deeply worry I WILL be if I don't get a handle on this. I don't want to end up in a mental health facility, though I realize there is no shame in that, the ones around here are not very good for problems like PTSD.
It really does feel good to just tell my story to people who have some semblance of understanding and have gone through PTSD themselves. Thanks.