In my childhood I remember good things . Playing on the streets. On bikes playing over the cricket ground. Etc etc.
I had 7 siblings in all . 1 full sister and rest had a different dad to us i was the youngest.
I had a brother he was my best brother in the world. He was thin and tall 6ft 4. He was always clowning around. He used to take me to the shops and I would have to run to keep up. But he was also noncing me. It did eventually stop im not sute when.
I know when I was a teen ager there was a letter written by him to my mum confessing to what he had done . She ripped it up said its not true . Abd that was that.
At the point I was at school it was a sen school I completely with drew stopped talking . I used to sit in the corner on thr floor hidden by a desk . I wasn't made ti move . I kept a dairy I used to write in it today took 13 tab tonight took 20 tab this morning took 10 tab
I spoke about the abuse to cant remember what I said . A teacher had access to this book I knew she was reading it. Nothing was ever done.
By the time im 16/17 im just living with my dad things are good . Much better than before. We have a good relationship im quite spoilt to be honest . He was honestly the best dad in the world.
The strange thing is after all the stuff my brother had done i was still having a siblings relationship with him . I used to go to a pub with him. We had a great time it was fantastic..
One day he took me to one side and apologised for everything he had done said how deeply sorry he was etc I said it was OK. I dont remember it really. Abd said we just need tk gey on with life . But I wasn't ready to hear that confession or his apology and it triggered everything all over again.
I decided I had to leave my dads place i don't know why he hadn't done anything wrong. I just it in my head. So I put myself in a hostel. By this time I was under the gp on anti depressants . I loose track a bit now. But I was basically taking overdoses of the anti depressants . Sleeping loads . I remember I didn't eat for 28days. My poor dad had no idea where I was. Can't believe o did that to him he did nothing wrong.
I was transfered to a hostel in soho. I dont know how it happen but my sister came and got me . I stayed with her for a bit. My dad started to visit and our relationship was back on track and we were good again.
Mentally I was still fucked though. I was still doing things like taking to many tablets. It went on for years. Had 6 years worth of counselling very supportive gp at the time. O was still doing things like that when dd was little I think less so though im not totally sure. I thibk I completely stopped doing it when ds was born.
My dad had cancer and I had to care for him.we moved to Durham for a short while. My dad died 2 weeks later. I came back to London 6 months later I decided that was the start of my new life and I tried so hard to let everything go.
But is dd how she is because of me. Ds is the complete opposite to dd but he was 5 years younger.
My 18 year old has had similar to me in some ways on the mental health side of things taking to many tablets etc self harming . I wounder did I pass something to ho genetically ? He wasn't boring when alm the stuff i talk about was going on so he didn't witness stuff.