I’m stuck.
Like many people, I was abused through out my childhood. From the time i was an infant untill I moved out of my parents house at age 18 I was abused physically, mentally, and sexually. I’m plagued by memories of my life. Some of the things that happened to me just play themselves over and over in my head and i’m unable to move on. I’m going to write what some of those things are. Some of them are graffic, so if you think it will upset you, please dont read it.
First the sexual abuse. I’m haunted by the memory of my dad ejaculating on me. He would rub himself on me hard enough to make him have an orgasm, which would go all over me. Then he’d get a tea towell and rub if off of me. He would wait till my mom was out then call me into their bed and do what he wanted basically. There are many other time when he would abuse me, in the tub, playing tickling ‘games’ and things like that but the whole having my dad cum on me is just something that i dont know how to get over.
Physically it was a nightmare. At least with the sexual abuse i wasnt being physically hurt. His favourite thing to do was grab me by my neck and squeeze untill i thought i was going to pass out. One way he’d punish me when i was small enough (2-5ish)
was to hold me up by my wrists with one hand then strap me with the other. i can remember trying to run but my feet wouldnt touch the ground. He hit my brother so hard with a wooden spoon that it broke, he poured boiling water on my brothers hands too. There were times when i did deserve to be punished but the punishement never fit the crime. like being hit in the face so hard that i fell backwards over a chair because i stole $5 and some icecream from my grandparents.
Being hit and molested were almost daily occurances, but really to me, the worst was the mental abuse. Even my mom did that.
Its like my mom liked to say cruel things to me for some reason. One time she told me that she didnt like to hug me and that she just did it for me. She said that there were times when she just didnt like me and couldnt stand to be around me. She said those things when i was about 15ish. I think the most hurtfull thing she said was she asked me who my best friend was. I knew she wanted me to say her. i’d learned to just say what they wanted me to say. anyway i said she was my best friend. Then she smiled and said “isnt that funny, that i can be your best friend, but you arent mine”.
My dad would go into these rages and often my room was the target of those rages. One time after he’d destroyed my room. All pictured ripped off the walls, all clothes taken out of the closet and drawers and thrown on the floor, all ornaments thrown on the floor, bed destroyed and mattress on top of all my stuff, he went and got the kitchen garbage and dumped it onto all my stuff. we had just had a sunday chicken dinner so there were guts and stuff. I was told i wasnt allowed to clean my room then my mom and dad went out. It was late and i was tired so i tried to find a spot in my room that didnt have garbage and curled up and went to sleep.
One time i was crying because i was sick and my dad wanted to show me something. my mom said ‘leave her alone, she’s sick’ my dad looked at me and said “every problem in this house is because of that little bitch” then he turned to me, gave me the finger and said ‘well up yours little girl’. I have serious problems with guilt because of that one. I guess i learned that everything really was my fault.
Anyway theres too many things like that to write down.
I’m just wondering if any of you have gone through childhood abuse and gone on to live and not have it haunt you? Or just maybe any of you have any advice? I just want to live my life and be happy. I find i’m pretty much depressed most of the time. I’m terrified to try anything because i’m afraid i’ll fail and i’m also afraid i’ll succeed. Basically i’m just stuck and i dont know how to get unstuck. All advice or thoughts appreciated.
Thank you.