To anyone reading this, i am sorry. It's going to be long and droning and possibly triggering.
So... i've been dealing with my complex PTSD for nearly four years now, and it seems to be inescapable. Recently, i left home to begin my first year at college, hoping i would be able to create some distance. The thought that i could get away from him gave me just a little bit of hope. Now that I'm here i realize just how wishful my thinking was. Though there is still plenty of distance, he's following. And he won't give up.
As background, the "he" i'm referring to is the man who has been abusing me. For all intents and purposes, i am going to refer to him as Leo. i met Leo when i was 14- he was a senior in my high school at the time, and i was a freshman. Leo became my best and only friend and, would consistently take time to come see me. We would meet in a nearby park due to my family situation at home, my parents were abusive and did not allow me to have friends. Despite all the hoops and what not, he always found time to see me even if he was busy. When i met him he was still clean, due to the need to come up as drug free on the military entrance exams. Soon things started to go down hill. He raped me for the first time when i was 15, at the tail end of my freshman year. Fast forward 4 years later, he's back to doing drugs. He went to the Marines but, sure enough that slight reprieve was also temporary. He came back claiming he "wanted to be closer to me." Since then, i have been forced to see him when he requests, in fear that he'll come get me or start trouble with my family. i've lost track of the number of times he's raped me. Lately, he's taken to the disturbing habit of calling me "lover" or "darling" when i clearly am neither to him. i can't take it anymore.
In response to the ongoing abuse, i've attempted suicide on multiple occasions. Obviously, none of these attempts were successful, to my displeasure. Before, suicide seemed to be the only way out of this mess- and then i considered college. That possible chance for escape pulled me through the remainder of my junior and senior years of high school. Finally, a chance to be able to breathe. Sitting here now, on my dorm bed i can see that i was dead wrong. My inbox is full of new messages, asking when i don't have classes, why his phone number is blocked, what room am i in, etc. Apparently a "surprise visit" may be in order. During the day, it's difficult to function due to the flashbacks and the constant fear. Freedom was only a delusion. And again, i'm faced with the choice to do or die. Die seems to be the better of the two options.
So... i've been dealing with my complex PTSD for nearly four years now, and it seems to be inescapable. Recently, i left home to begin my first year at college, hoping i would be able to create some distance. The thought that i could get away from him gave me just a little bit of hope. Now that I'm here i realize just how wishful my thinking was. Though there is still plenty of distance, he's following. And he won't give up.
As background, the "he" i'm referring to is the man who has been abusing me. For all intents and purposes, i am going to refer to him as Leo. i met Leo when i was 14- he was a senior in my high school at the time, and i was a freshman. Leo became my best and only friend and, would consistently take time to come see me. We would meet in a nearby park due to my family situation at home, my parents were abusive and did not allow me to have friends. Despite all the hoops and what not, he always found time to see me even if he was busy. When i met him he was still clean, due to the need to come up as drug free on the military entrance exams. Soon things started to go down hill. He raped me for the first time when i was 15, at the tail end of my freshman year. Fast forward 4 years later, he's back to doing drugs. He went to the Marines but, sure enough that slight reprieve was also temporary. He came back claiming he "wanted to be closer to me." Since then, i have been forced to see him when he requests, in fear that he'll come get me or start trouble with my family. i've lost track of the number of times he's raped me. Lately, he's taken to the disturbing habit of calling me "lover" or "darling" when i clearly am neither to him. i can't take it anymore.
In response to the ongoing abuse, i've attempted suicide on multiple occasions. Obviously, none of these attempts were successful, to my displeasure. Before, suicide seemed to be the only way out of this mess- and then i considered college. That possible chance for escape pulled me through the remainder of my junior and senior years of high school. Finally, a chance to be able to breathe. Sitting here now, on my dorm bed i can see that i was dead wrong. My inbox is full of new messages, asking when i don't have classes, why his phone number is blocked, what room am i in, etc. Apparently a "surprise visit" may be in order. During the day, it's difficult to function due to the flashbacks and the constant fear. Freedom was only a delusion. And again, i'm faced with the choice to do or die. Die seems to be the better of the two options.