brokenWing1974
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Hi. If you are reading this, thanks. I am a 58 yr. old woman who is struggling to understand myself and why I act the way that I do. I am really not in control of my anger. I can turn violent instantly! I lash out at my awesome husband who treats me like a queen daily, even when i'm a piece of shit. The only time that I feel good about myself is when I am helping others. I can give the best advice and show compassion to anyone ...except for myself.
Not crying the blues at all, because I am a survivor. I was raped by an upper classman my freshman year of high school and raped and blackmailed until the middle of my sophomore year. This was in the early 70's when nobody spoke openly about rape, etc. I surely couldn't turn to my parents...how could" dirty little me" tell them the horrible things happening to me. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I didn't even know what sex was about because my mother was very shy and didn't speak of these things. I felt like the whole world knew what was going on and I WANTED TO DIE! I didn't...not physically, but mentally??? I left, went away, gone. I squashed it!
My innocence destroyed, that sparkle in my eyes turned black. I was broken....beyond repair. I hated myself and I was pissed off at the world. I excelled at sports...my escape...the athlete. No longer the "me" that was "dirty". I was good, an athlete. Then I graduated and fell in love with one of the most handsome and popular boys in town. He loved me. We married and I became, the wife.( not "me" but the wife). He was controlling and jealous. Very insecure. The nightmare continues...now he is verbally and emotionally abusive I started getting smacked around. The first miscarriage was "my fault". I" couldn't even have a baby right" . The second one, getting knocked around and having him running the streets didn't help. Again...my fault..
Times grew worse and I feared that during one of his rampages that he would accidently hurt my son. One day he hit me and my son said, "Daddy, no hurt mama"...I was done. I left him. My heart was broken into so many pieces that it would never be the same. For the years following that, I no longer let anyone that closto me again. EVER! I am a recovered addict. I was good at being an addict. I didn't feel anyone." If I can't feel you, you can't hurt me" is my motto . I have squashed feelings since
So why am I here? I need help understanding my rages and why I have no control. That's my intro...for what its worth. Funny, I have no idea what I was supposed to say here. I hope that you didn't fall asleep during my rambling. Thanks for being there I am determined to try hard each day to get better at dealing with "ME" but I get so damn tired!
peace and prayers tor all of you
Not crying the blues at all, because I am a survivor. I was raped by an upper classman my freshman year of high school and raped and blackmailed until the middle of my sophomore year. This was in the early 70's when nobody spoke openly about rape, etc. I surely couldn't turn to my parents...how could" dirty little me" tell them the horrible things happening to me. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I didn't even know what sex was about because my mother was very shy and didn't speak of these things. I felt like the whole world knew what was going on and I WANTED TO DIE! I didn't...not physically, but mentally??? I left, went away, gone. I squashed it!
My innocence destroyed, that sparkle in my eyes turned black. I was broken....beyond repair. I hated myself and I was pissed off at the world. I excelled at sports...my escape...the athlete. No longer the "me" that was "dirty". I was good, an athlete. Then I graduated and fell in love with one of the most handsome and popular boys in town. He loved me. We married and I became, the wife.( not "me" but the wife). He was controlling and jealous. Very insecure. The nightmare continues...now he is verbally and emotionally abusive I started getting smacked around. The first miscarriage was "my fault". I" couldn't even have a baby right" . The second one, getting knocked around and having him running the streets didn't help. Again...my fault..
Times grew worse and I feared that during one of his rampages that he would accidently hurt my son. One day he hit me and my son said, "Daddy, no hurt mama"...I was done. I left him. My heart was broken into so many pieces that it would never be the same. For the years following that, I no longer let anyone that closto me again. EVER! I am a recovered addict. I was good at being an addict. I didn't feel anyone." If I can't feel you, you can't hurt me" is my motto . I have squashed feelings since
So why am I here? I need help understanding my rages and why I have no control. That's my intro...for what its worth. Funny, I have no idea what I was supposed to say here. I hope that you didn't fall asleep during my rambling. Thanks for being there I am determined to try hard each day to get better at dealing with "ME" but I get so damn tired!
peace and prayers tor all of you