I have long since dealt with things that have happened in my life in my own way, and it's worked for well over 20 years. I'm happy, DC are happy, it's just me. DD1 is a an age that I clearly remember being now, and I see how young she is and so how young I really was then when I was her age (14), and it feels like the things that I've minimised all my life as "things that happen in relationships", aren't that at all and it's fucked my head.
When I was 14 my BF at the time, kept me in his flat for 2 days, wouldn't let me leave, took my clothes and my purse, kept me on his bed and waved knives over me, cut my stomach and called me disgusting, and and accused me of sleeping with his friends. I took the injuries and I wasn't scared, I didn't fight at all, because I had had sex with one of his friends. My BF was 22, the friend I slept with was 19 or 18, either way he was younger than him, a bit older than me. People came to the flat at the time over the days I was there, but I didn't say anything when people knocked on the door, so I have always thought I must have somehow felt "safe'(?) as I didn't alert help when I had exactly 5 opportunities over 2 days to do so, when people could have helped.
I feel like I'm attention seeking because I'm talking about something that was now over 20 years ago, but never bothered me as much then as it does now, but now I keep looking at my teen DD and I'm fucking petrified to let her out. I haven't had a particularly 100% life but I think I've always been a bit of a victim, even though in my head I've been extremely resilient.
Now I don't feel very strong and I'm reflecting back that I didn't see my life outside the goldfish bowl. I was a kid, being abused by a disturbed adult man.
I flit between wanting to report this, and feel repulsed by myself as he was a repugnant human being and I don't want the association with him ever in my life again.