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My name is Emily. I am 18.
Three days ago, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
When I was twelve I was sexually abused by my teacher. Before that and continuing after, I went through severe bullying. It completely shook my world. Slowly my deterioration increased. I never told anyone. I started becoming severely depressed to the point that I didn't go out at all. I started self harming and it got real bad I was self harming something like 60 times a day. I basically tortured myself everyday, through a stream of horrific methods. It wasn't just cutting.
My family is Jewish and therefore this posed problems in telling anyone, as no one would believe me especially considering who it was, the chief rabbi of the town. About a year an a half ago I tried to kill myself for the first time. And they diagnosed me with depression and put me on antidepressants and anti-psychotics. Within the next few months I tried to kill myself three more times. And still I hadn't told anyone what happened to me.
Then I was taken by social services and put in residential care. I stayed there for about a year. I went back home about four months ago. Last summer I disclosed to my carers for the first time thy I had been sexually abused. My family didn't believe me. It was the most awful feeling ever. The police got involved and the investigation began. It came out that there were a few other people that this man had also abused. But none of them came forward because they didn't the Jewish community to look bad. They turned against my family and we became completely isolated. I was even receiving threats to drop the charges.
After a three month investigation they closed the case saying there wasn't enough evidence. It broke me. I had finally opened up and nothing had been done about it. During my time in care my confusion with my sexuality came out. To be honest I'm not sure if I'm gay or straight, though I think I might be bisexual. I have only ever been in one relationship and it lasted for two weeks. I don't know what really went wrong there.
Now I'm back at home. I don't follow my religion, not surprisingly. But I'm getting treated like shit by my siblings. I'm getting emotionally abused. I feel so alone, it's horrible.
My biggest problem is that right now suicidal thoughts are creeping back in and I'm scared what I might do. When I told my parents that I had been diagnosed with PTSD they laughed at me.
I need help.
I need someone I can try to relate to.
Three days ago, I was diagnosed with PTSD.
When I was twelve I was sexually abused by my teacher. Before that and continuing after, I went through severe bullying. It completely shook my world. Slowly my deterioration increased. I never told anyone. I started becoming severely depressed to the point that I didn't go out at all. I started self harming and it got real bad I was self harming something like 60 times a day. I basically tortured myself everyday, through a stream of horrific methods. It wasn't just cutting.
My family is Jewish and therefore this posed problems in telling anyone, as no one would believe me especially considering who it was, the chief rabbi of the town. About a year an a half ago I tried to kill myself for the first time. And they diagnosed me with depression and put me on antidepressants and anti-psychotics. Within the next few months I tried to kill myself three more times. And still I hadn't told anyone what happened to me.
Then I was taken by social services and put in residential care. I stayed there for about a year. I went back home about four months ago. Last summer I disclosed to my carers for the first time thy I had been sexually abused. My family didn't believe me. It was the most awful feeling ever. The police got involved and the investigation began. It came out that there were a few other people that this man had also abused. But none of them came forward because they didn't the Jewish community to look bad. They turned against my family and we became completely isolated. I was even receiving threats to drop the charges.
After a three month investigation they closed the case saying there wasn't enough evidence. It broke me. I had finally opened up and nothing had been done about it. During my time in care my confusion with my sexuality came out. To be honest I'm not sure if I'm gay or straight, though I think I might be bisexual. I have only ever been in one relationship and it lasted for two weeks. I don't know what really went wrong there.
Now I'm back at home. I don't follow my religion, not surprisingly. But I'm getting treated like shit by my siblings. I'm getting emotionally abused. I feel so alone, it's horrible.
My biggest problem is that right now suicidal thoughts are creeping back in and I'm scared what I might do. When I told my parents that I had been diagnosed with PTSD they laughed at me.
I need help.
I need someone I can try to relate to.