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Hey,
So I thought I'd take some advice from people on here and talk a little bit about my life and the reasons I'm here. I also notice people put warnings up about trauma triggers so I feel I must warn you that there is talk of sexual and emotional abuse in this and bullying.
I was born deaf and blind.. I don't know why. The only reason I know that was the way I entered this world is because my family reminded me constantly of the burden I was when I was born. How I was a nightmare, how I cried all the time and they used to call me rot in her cot. They resented me from the moment I was born and they've never had any problems making that known to me. My mother was an alcoholic and drug addict and my father who I rarely saw was addicted to cocaine. Every night mother would bring home a different man from the pub she frequented and my brother and I would lay awake at night waiting for the noises to stop so that we could sleep. My brother is a year older than me and it comes as no surprise to me that he raped me. From the age of 6 to maybe 11 he would force me to sleep with him. I dont blame him for what he did... he was a child and how could he have known what he was doing was wrong? When all he knew was the example my mother had set. I blame her for it. For all the times I woke her up and begged her to make it stop and she didn't. I blame her that I lost my virginity to one of the many alcoholics she bought home from the pub who used a knife when she was passed out in bed too drunk to wake up when I went to her crying and covered in blood. Ive had flashbacks recently of that. Just seeing a knife covered in blood and this intense wave of emotion, violation, hatred, shame. When the sexual abuse stopped the emotional continued. My brother and his friends would taunt me and call me fat. They'd attack me constantly and I fought back but id never win. Of course in my mothers eyes it was just boys being boys and as I inspected the fresh bruises in the mirror I had to wonder. When I was 12 I tried to kill myself. And now of course they've held that over my head ever since. I am the black sheep, scape goated and disgraced by my own actions so they are alleviated of any guilt they may have felt before my attempt. After much therapy I went to a new school where I met my ex. I clung to him.. he was the first person beside my nan who had ever shown me kindness without rules or demands. He was mentally ill. His family were too. He had Aspd. And for 8 years I stuck with him putting up with abuse, being dragged out of bed in the middle of night, working when I turned 16 to pay his familys bills and debts. Putting up with his lies and violence. I dont know why I didnt leave sooner.
Now I find myself living back with my mother to help out with my little sister who attacks me daily and once again I hear my mother say you're both as bad as each other. Funny that, she's 4. I'm 23. I inspect the fresh bruises daily and wonder why?
I was diagnosed with Cptsd in January. I attend therapy once a week and its changed me. Im stronger. Im learning to love me and my life and ive learned that for the moment I am alone and thats ok. I'm using cbt to recondition my brain. To say I deserve better instead of saying im worthless.
This isnt all of my story. Theres much more but thats as best I can summarise for you at the moment.
So I thought I'd take some advice from people on here and talk a little bit about my life and the reasons I'm here. I also notice people put warnings up about trauma triggers so I feel I must warn you that there is talk of sexual and emotional abuse in this and bullying.
I was born deaf and blind.. I don't know why. The only reason I know that was the way I entered this world is because my family reminded me constantly of the burden I was when I was born. How I was a nightmare, how I cried all the time and they used to call me rot in her cot. They resented me from the moment I was born and they've never had any problems making that known to me. My mother was an alcoholic and drug addict and my father who I rarely saw was addicted to cocaine. Every night mother would bring home a different man from the pub she frequented and my brother and I would lay awake at night waiting for the noises to stop so that we could sleep. My brother is a year older than me and it comes as no surprise to me that he raped me. From the age of 6 to maybe 11 he would force me to sleep with him. I dont blame him for what he did... he was a child and how could he have known what he was doing was wrong? When all he knew was the example my mother had set. I blame her for it. For all the times I woke her up and begged her to make it stop and she didn't. I blame her that I lost my virginity to one of the many alcoholics she bought home from the pub who used a knife when she was passed out in bed too drunk to wake up when I went to her crying and covered in blood. Ive had flashbacks recently of that. Just seeing a knife covered in blood and this intense wave of emotion, violation, hatred, shame. When the sexual abuse stopped the emotional continued. My brother and his friends would taunt me and call me fat. They'd attack me constantly and I fought back but id never win. Of course in my mothers eyes it was just boys being boys and as I inspected the fresh bruises in the mirror I had to wonder. When I was 12 I tried to kill myself. And now of course they've held that over my head ever since. I am the black sheep, scape goated and disgraced by my own actions so they are alleviated of any guilt they may have felt before my attempt. After much therapy I went to a new school where I met my ex. I clung to him.. he was the first person beside my nan who had ever shown me kindness without rules or demands. He was mentally ill. His family were too. He had Aspd. And for 8 years I stuck with him putting up with abuse, being dragged out of bed in the middle of night, working when I turned 16 to pay his familys bills and debts. Putting up with his lies and violence. I dont know why I didnt leave sooner.
Now I find myself living back with my mother to help out with my little sister who attacks me daily and once again I hear my mother say you're both as bad as each other. Funny that, she's 4. I'm 23. I inspect the fresh bruises daily and wonder why?
I was diagnosed with Cptsd in January. I attend therapy once a week and its changed me. Im stronger. Im learning to love me and my life and ive learned that for the moment I am alone and thats ok. I'm using cbt to recondition my brain. To say I deserve better instead of saying im worthless.
This isnt all of my story. Theres much more but thats as best I can summarise for you at the moment.