Just a bit of a trauma dump more than anything, I don't expect anyone to reply or be nice about it. I've just got no where to write and nobody to talk to.
Childhood from when I was born until about aged 5/6 was good, I lived with my Grandparents. My mum was living there too but I don't remember her. She had numerous boyfriends which never lasted, I met about 3 of them as far as I can remember. Until she met her now Dh when I was 5/6 and they decided to move to a new house, with me.
That's when my life pretty much went to shit and it's never been the same again.
My 'stepdad' verbally, mentally, and not all the time but sometimes 'minor' physically abused me.
My mum sat back and let it all happen for years. I confided in my Grandparents who tried their best to help me, aged about 11/12 they rang social services. But my stepdad lied to social services (obviously) and I was sent to live back there. Then the abuse ramped up even more.
He abused my mum too all of this time but worse, I used to feel sorry for her but now I'm an adult I hate her for it.
Abuse continued until I got kicked out at 15 because I fell pregnant. The abuse that happened after social services was all of the above , plus borderline sexual abuse. I don't even know if I can call it that but I can elaborate.
Had a baby at 16, feel like I've failed him massively, I can't even talk about that right now.
Don't even feel like I can carry on writing 😞
That's just half of my life and I've massively narrowed it down, the other half of my life is probably just as bad. I don't think I can talk about it all at once right now.
Think I'm done writing for now,
If I was able to get to the end of it I probably would have asked what do I do next? How do I get over all of this past trauma? I don't think I'll ever be able to.