I have also posted this in mental health.
At age 8-9 my mothers boyfriend would rape me. He would call me a filfthy whore and a slag and said I was dirty and made men think unnatural things. He would always hold me under the water in a freezing cold bath afterwords in order to cleanse me. He also used to give me a cold flannel to place between my legs.
She 13 I had a abusive boyfriend who would rape me vaginally and anally.
At 15 I took a load of drink and drugs and passed out someone carried me to the bed and I woke up slightly but was unable to speak I remember I was clothed at this point. I heard my boyfriend and his cousin deciding how they were gonna perform sexual acts on me but I passed out and awoke naked and sore.
At 17 I was working in a nightclub and was sent to clean men's toilets while the pub was open I walked in to clean the toilet in a cubicle and a man stepped in behind me and held a needle to my throat saying if I screamed he would plunge the needle in. Luckily he was off his face and I managed to get out.
I often question why I have had such bad luck. Is it because I grew up in a very rough area where sexism is very high?
Is it because I was neglected by my mum?
Is it because I have bipolar and I am therefore vulnerable?
Or is it because I am doing something wrong?
I just want to know why this happened to me.