P.T.S.D. is a serious after-effect of trauma. Should people care more then maybe people can begin to realize that the only way to recover from severe abuse is to speak about it until you don't have to anymore. And it actually takes years for us to speak about the real issue that is haunting our minds, especially if it happened when we were very young and then never stopped, ultimately making us break all connections with our family as adults. This means that the abuse has never met an end in our lives because we cannot stop our Families from torturing us. Almost as if there is no way out!! An extremely daunting situation to be faced with alone.
The sad thing is that most of us that have suffered such unspeakable horrors that it takes a long time to even be able to confront ourselves about what has happened within our own family, let alone speak out loud about what actually happened. Rape is rape at any age, Incest is incest and until you can realize that with incest within your family, you are really screwed not just literally because there is no place to turn for help, it is a Family affair and a family agreement. By the time we get to the point where we can, or at least think we can tell our story, we are told "I can't hear what you are saying because you have said it already and it upsets me and I can't have that in my life."
If it upsets a person who was never even been subject to this type of abuse, what do you think that it has done to those of us that survived it? On top of the fact that most of us did try as children to speak or to get help and I know at least in my case I was beaten and subsequently never tried to speak again and I did not speak until I began and spoke about it on my Google Blog. So I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to Google for providing a Blogging Environment without judgement or editing so that I am able to tell my story without discouraging me as I go. But the best part about my Google Blog is "You" don't have to read it, and that way you can continue to live in the perfect world you most obviously must exist in.
In addition, I would like to say to all of the people that say they cannot listen to these type of stories, I would like you to know that I receive emails from strangers that have been so badly hurt, much like myself saying thank for putting into words what happened to them and that they never thought they would be able to read or have what happened to them put into words so they could read it and know it was real.
I guess in the end you are fortunate if you haven't been hurt badly in life, but sadly, many people have been hurt and all we try to do for our entire lives is get brave enough to do something about it. All while we are shot down for our effort to become brave enough to tell our story. I believe or I have found out for myself that people who will not listen and are only interested in the "Gossip" of this madness, are and have become as damaging to us as the people who perpetrated the crime originally.
So it turns out that when you are a kid and you are raped and beaten, nobody believes you and you are locked in your room. When you are finally an adult and can bear witness to this abuse, you are told that you are unable to remember correctly and you were to young to know if it happened or not, or, you are told that the statute of limitations has run out.
A personal note for all you doubters, you never forget being FUCKed between your legs, especially as grown men drive their penis into a place that makes you SCREAM in pain. Or, as your brother and sister sell you out to their friends and they do the same and worse, because they just stood over the top of me and squirted their Cum all over my face and my body. I really don't think you can forget, as much as you would like to, it is the nightmares of being dragged out of bed again in the middle of the night that recaptures the reality of this fight. Not just a stupid memory if you can still feel his shaft shoved up inside of you and the Cum drowning you.
2 comments:
Well then...sounds like you have a few "sheeple" that sure would like you to "Shut Up."
Aww, too late for that! And being the "Bright Lights" they appear to be, apparently they don't realize there's this key called "Delete" on your keyboard. This upsets you? You doubt this woman is speaking her truth?
Tell ya what: That's what the DELETE key is for. Apparently you didn't know that so you learned something today.
Which is apparently more than enough to fill the empty space up there-you know, the space upon which sits your tin foil pointy hat? Yeah, there.
Use it. That way your tin foil hat won't attract wavelengths and gawd knows what else you happened to stumble-upon-likely-not-unintentionally. Why stalk? Why care? What? Ya worried about this Bloggers truth? Worried you might be implicated and busted? Sweet-stuff, you need an attorney and a whole lot more than that.
Ms. P, BLOG ON!
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Thank you. There are few people whose abuse was worse than mine. You are very strong. Your writing is helping my courage to do more of my own.
You speak of abuse that can never be forgotten. I suffered abuse that could not be remembered. The truth of it was too hard. Now I remember. Now it cannot be forgotten.
Am I lucky that my cruelest abuse happened on only a few times so I could block it -and then suffer subtle psychological torture I could not understand for decades on accident by well-meaning people who blamed me for the symptoms of abuse I could not even remember ? Yes it all added up to blaming myself for being raped without even knowing it.
This will curse a life in ways that maybe you can understand... is what lives vividly in our minds as hurtful and damaging as what lives secretly in our deepest heart ? I do not know.
I do know what it is like when normal people cannot accept the truth because it is too ugly. I do not blame them like you do. I could not accept the ugly truth and gave myself amnesia... so I understand.
I am sorry that so many people think we are bragging about our pain and making our victim hood a badge of honor. Some of us do that. Most of us only want our loved ones to understand how serious our "problem" is. We want our loved ones to understand that our "problem" is never going away. It is too deep. We want them to support us in trying to use our "problem" for something good.
We can try forever to solve our "problem" but I know that we cannot. So why not help other victims or stop other perpetrators or just force ordinary people to see the ugly truth they will not confront.
Some of our loved ones only wish we could be happy and healthy and normal but that is not our privilege or purpose anymore. That was taken away from us by hateful people. Our reason now is to help others. In this way it is okay and right to make of your pain a badge of honor. Not because sharing your pain is good for you, but because it can help others. You have helped me. Thank you.
I do not know if you have problems like mine but I want to also help you.
Tell your friends that think you can be "fixed" two things... "What makes you think I need to be fixed... am I broken ?" and... "If you want to fix me, invent a time machine because that is the only way."
There is beautiful truth that other people cannot see too. Maybe, if you have good friends like I do, you may see lovely secret truth others are too small to accept that goes with the ugly truth that you know. I hope you can have some happiness.
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