I think that I have been ignoring my own issues just a little to long, the issues I speak of are the aftermath of an abusive childhood and a trail of abusive people I have left behind.
Sometimes it feels like I am an observer looking in at the life I used to lead, Others it is as if I am still in it. I have worked hard, loving myself was not something that came easy to me and even now I have my doubts as to whether I actually do or not. I have horrible dreams, dreams of horrific events. Not necessarily connected to abuse. They feel like anxieties I may have, magnified by a 100% or more. When I try to actually "talk" and not write about the abuse I suffered as a child, I find it incredibly difficult, the terror in my heart is physical, I shake, my jaw locks so that I can't speak, sweat pours down my face. Yet I try. I can talk a bit with my mother and my husband but mostly I come at it sideways. Speaking only of the pain and fear, not in specific terms. I have told my story here but never truly have verbalized it. I am beginning to feel that unless I do, I will never be able to truly let go. Recently I have been having episodes of phantom smells wafting past my nose, sending me into an immediate panic, my skin turns white, I tremble and must sit down so that I do not collapse. I don't understand. My feeling is that it is time for me to take another step in my healing, always when I think I have mastered it.
One of the things I think it is so important to get across to people that want to help, is that if it was a single rape, a series of rapes, physical abuse, sexual abuse, long term grooming that has been done and incest that occurred. No matter when it started and ended whether it was a day or years, it never ever goes away, ever. It is something you live with day in and day out. Granted some days are better than others, no matter how much healing you do or how much therapy you receive it is always there. It becomes less, then suddenly it is back to haunt you. You can learn coping skills that will work today, but will not work tomorrow. The key is recognizing the symptoms when it does happen, reaching out, telling someone who loves you AND understands that it is beyond your control. People get tired of hearing the "same old story" believing that you are being over dramatic, after attention, even using it as an excuse. Please believe me when I say that for the most part with most people I have talked to, this could not be further from the truth. It takes an immense amount of courage for most to speak the unspeakable, to friends, lovers or family, then to have your feelings belittled makes it even more difficult to heal. It must be remembered that many people were not believed in the first place when they tried to reveal the "secret" in the first place. Many females take it out on themselves and never recover, suicide or suicidal ideation is a happening as is promiscuity, drug abuse, alcohol abuse or any other self abuse you can think of . I can not tell you of the results on males as I am a woman and have not talked much to men with my kind of history although I know it is prevalent. Some abused people also grow up to be abusers, I chose to stop the abuse cycle in our family with myself, Although I was not aware enough on how to protect my children from others, I never abused them myself and did my damnedest to protect them to the best of my then ability. I had no idea that seeing me abused was as bad as their being abused would be. Please always listen it someone wants to talk to you about any abuse they have ever had, you could change their life as you have mine.
That being said, I must talk a little more of my own story, I have a memory that is recurring recently I want to share it with you and maybe I can let go.
|Me in third grade.|
I hope I have not offended anyone I hope you have learned something, I hope one person can be helped. Thank you. <3Jan
This is me at about a year old I think, although I looked happy enough and a little wild, I was being abused even then. I can't imagine perpetrating that kind of pain on a child. Yet I know that it happens over and over again, all over the world, please help me stop it, become aware, tell some one if it is you, please. No one deserves this.