Very briefly...I was sexually, emotionally and physically abused by my stepfather . He was a bully who terrorised everyone, but I was his pet project. By the time I started school I was so indoctrinated to feel useless and horrible so I automatically took on the "victim" role. So much so that I was bullied and picked on by most of the other children, even some of the teachers picked on me, I was such an easy target.I just wanted to be loved and thought that if I allowed my abuse to carry on eventually he would love me and the abuse would stop. I think my heroin addiction was a direct result of his treatment of me.
When my marriage broke down I'd been using for 40 years and had to go into rehab, it was that or die. I was there for 3 years and they allowed me to be me, to find power I'd never had, to find my voice,to find me. My true inner strength. I needed that 3 years. Most people were there for a year but I was so emotionally broken I couldn't cope with life, I was never given the skill to do so. You'd think that would feel really great but it was so painful, raking up memories and feelings that had been smothered by heroin.
Long story short, I got the chance to confront my abuser in my own way. When he started to become senile I helped my mum care for him and at the beginning he knew what was wrong with him and he was so scared. But for me it was the powerlessness that he felt, the same powerlessness that I'd felt all of those years, that was Karma at work.
Funnily enough after confronting him it was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders, an amazing feeling. YeaH I still have the flashbacks and I struggle at times with a fearfulnees that kinda takes me back, but it can't hurt me, it's just a feeling and I know it will pass. I'm 66 and although it's no longer as painful, the memories sometimes come back unexpectedly and catch me out. But that's just life isn't t?
Thanks for listening.
Munchy
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