I like the topic. There, I believe, can’t be a single person who suffered child hood abuse, neglect and molestation that turned out the way “god” intended. The way they were meant to be.
My list would be long, oh so very long.
Main things on my list would be:
Capability to love: I don’t love, I survive each day in a façade of life. I walk up, put the mask on, parade around, pretend nothing is wrong and I’m just a “normal” person. Then its time sleep and the mask comes off and the break downs come, the tears roll and some nights I might actually fall into a nightmare less sleep; most not so lucky. I am incapable of love, for to me love is a myth that doesn’t exist in my world. Not self-love, not physical love nothing.
Ability to belong: I was reminded every day of my child hood, not just by my abusers but my “Mother” of how much I was never wanted how I was everything that was wrong with this world. I was never ever wanted or treated fairly in my “family”. To this day I don’t feel I belong anywhere, I feel this was taken from me the moment I was born, I wasn’t wanted and there for I am not wanted.
Life in general: I have goals and dreams, things that will never be because my life no matter how hard I try is tainted by childhood into adulthood abuse of all kinds. I live in fear every waking and sleeping moment of my life. I live in doubt of everything. I can’t help but believe I would have these things if I was given an opportunity to have a real child hood filled with friends and carefree times. My life is a joke as it is.
I could continue but I won’t. It wasn’t fair that I got so damaged and left to pick myself up and stagger on alone. It wasn’t fair to be born when this is what “life” had to offer.
My list would be long, oh so very long.
Main things on my list would be:
Capability to love: I don’t love, I survive each day in a façade of life. I walk up, put the mask on, parade around, pretend nothing is wrong and I’m just a “normal” person. Then its time sleep and the mask comes off and the break downs come, the tears roll and some nights I might actually fall into a nightmare less sleep; most not so lucky. I am incapable of love, for to me love is a myth that doesn’t exist in my world. Not self-love, not physical love nothing.
Ability to belong: I was reminded every day of my child hood, not just by my abusers but my “Mother” of how much I was never wanted how I was everything that was wrong with this world. I was never ever wanted or treated fairly in my “family”. To this day I don’t feel I belong anywhere, I feel this was taken from me the moment I was born, I wasn’t wanted and there for I am not wanted.
Life in general: I have goals and dreams, things that will never be because my life no matter how hard I try is tainted by childhood into adulthood abuse of all kinds. I live in fear every waking and sleeping moment of my life. I live in doubt of everything. I can’t help but believe I would have these things if I was given an opportunity to have a real child hood filled with friends and carefree times. My life is a joke as it is.
I could continue but I won’t. It wasn’t fair that I got so damaged and left to pick myself up and stagger on alone. It wasn’t fair to be born when this is what “life” had to offer.