Sunday, 18 December 2011

I love you...

I love you.... 3 words...so hard for me to say. Today a friend said
they love me as a daughter, i said it back, but as i did i felt a
reluctance to say it. Its happened before. Im almost certain its
because of my past abuse, since my abusers were family and they were
meant to love me, but instead....they hurt me.

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Monday, 12 December 2011

How can my own mum be so heartless.

My mum was in a bad mood today. Like any other time she is, it results
in me being in the firing line. She said its good that i am sick. Like
WTF? I collapsed today and she says it good im sick. FEEL THE LOVE
PEOPLE! *sarcasim*. She also said that i wont be welcome here much
longer most likely...THANKS MUM YOUR HUSBAND RAPES ME AND YOU KICK ME
OUT WHEN I NEED SUPPORT. Keep the pedo get rid of the victim....yeah
fab move mum you gonna be mother of the year one day! NOT. She is just
so heartless and unsupportive. SUCH A BITCH!! It as if she has
forgotten im her daughter.

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Monday, 28 March 2011

Survivor?

Im finding myself asking why am i called a survivor? Sure physically
im fine, but the person i used to be is dead. So have i really
survived? Or is it just wishful thinkin?

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Sunday, 27 March 2011

Looking for answers but whats the question?

I find myself often analyzing the past for answers, but i dont really
know if the answers exist. So am i looking for nothing? It feels like
there is a missing peice to the puzzel. Perhaps deep down inside im
searching for something that hints towards me being to blame...im one
big mental mess. I do councelling but im unable to verbalize the
things going through my mind coz i dont want to appear insecure or
something. Tonight i found myself watching a movie about a girl who
was molested by her dad. I found some of the girls feelings so much
like my own. Once again the reason i watched the movie was to find
answers, reasons. Im still looking for answers, mostly in secret, i
tell nobody. These are the times i feel so alone. Its a big journy in
a matter of speaking. I may or may not find the answers, just gotta
wait and see.

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Saturday, 26 March 2011

am i to damaged to be loved?

I wonder at times if i am going to be broken or damaged forever. I
feel nobody would want me anyway because im damaged goods in a matter
of speaking. Im a broken scared girl. Im scared of relationships
because of the abuse. I dont like to be touched at all, im really
jumpy and timid...why would someone ever want me?

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Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Broken girl, broken life

My mum has been treating me like dirt, its not fair. She makes me feel
like i dont matter, that i dont belong... Im a broken girl living a
broken life..with only a few small things keeping me going, giving me
hope. My mind is telling me to give up, i cant win, but just one
person who im leaning on is giving me hope to carry on.

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Sunday, 20 March 2011

So hard to do.

Its hard to move on and learn to trust again after damage has been
done. I still haven't learnt how to yet. My trust is hard to gain, but
easy to lose. I don't find it any easier to talk to anyone about the
past, i tend to lock it inside because i have a fear that if people
knew about my past then id be unwanted and rejected because i feel
dirty often so id figure i must be a gross, dirty, filthy worthless
person. I have learnt different now but the feeling still comes
sometimes. People think im up myself or stuck up because i dont speak
much, but thats only because if i said anything my dad didnt like id
get bashed and its stuck to me so i barely talk. Its not easy being
me, i hurt alot inside and am always scared of another attack. Will i
ever be able to trust again?.....Guess i gotta wait and see.

My survival story

ok this is my story......

When i was little (my earliest memory is when i was 5), my mum and dad were still married. my dad was a prison guard, my mum a carer of disabled people. At this time it was my mum, dad, my sister and myself.
we seemed like a normal happy family, but really we were a family of disaster.

My dad had a really bad temper. If he lost a computer game he'd smash the keyboard then bash me and my mum and my sister because he lost the game, and he broke the keyboard. If he had a bad day at work hed take it out on us physically and verbally. this would happen every day.

little did my mum know though was my dad was also raping me and my sister. She had no idea, me and my sister didnt tell, we were scared and didnt understand what was going on. Id considered it as normal, after  all, i didnt know any different.

This had gone on for a few yrs, every day raped and bashed. Until my brother was born. My dad left us because he was having an affair. So we were at last finally safe from my dad.

but in 2008 my mum met another guy. he seemed to be fine at first, didnt hit us or yell at us. It was me, my brother, my step brother, step sister my mum and stepdad. My step brother moved out after a while though. But yeah, i trusted my stepdad. but then one night he came onto me. I was so scared. I didnt tell anyone because i thought nobody would do anything and i didnt know who to tell. It happened every night once more, raped and harassed. It went on for 2 weeks but then id had enough. id told my mum. I was hoping shed do something, leave him so id be safe.....but she didnt. she spoke to him, idk what was said. but it all of a sudden stopped.

my mum married him a year after. and then we moved to the country where i am now. I had to change schools, make new friends ect. It was ok again, i was cautious but had slowly let my guard down again. And last May (2010) it happened again. Id had enough. i told someone at school about it because i was so scared and i felt horrible about myself because i thought it must be me, must be something about me that draws people like that to do that.

Police, child protection, councellors ect got involved. child protection arnt involved anymore,  but the other 2 are. There is now a Intervention order against my stepdad to stop him coming near me, because my mum refuses to leave him, she beleives him over me because she thinks he isnt the type to do something like that. So im safe now FINALLY!!  and im in the process of taking my stepdad to court to get him charged.

So thats my story. My mum is emotionally abusive to me but to me its not as bad as everything else.

So yeah thankyou for reading my story, any questions just ask and yeah.