Thank you
Dollius, yes, i have to admit it does ring bells flower tbh.
I have got a lot of friends that cry on my shoulder.
I feel able to try and help support them as i believe because i have actually experienced it personally, i am in the best and worst position to be in.
I explain : Best because i can REALLY understand and be empathetic and FEEL the pain of the person i am talking to.
Worst for the same reason really. I feel their pain and there is where i become too emotionally involved. Get what i mean?
My mum, yes, she cried on my shoulder, blamed me, hit me, rejected me, for dad cheating with her best friend, for him leaving, for finding out (i had apparently told her) for all the men who hit her, for not being able to stop them, for trying to stop them, for not looking after my brothers and sister properly while she was at work, for being late for school, for being stupid, for not being good enough, for being ME
So, desperate for love and affection, and with a mother who didn't care where i was or if i was safe, or who i was with, i sought solace in walks to the nearby fields where i would feed the horses that were there (i so desperately wanted one lol) or 'herd' the cows in the fields behind, much to the farmers annoyance It was here i first met the man who abused me.
It was also during this time that i began to have contact with my dad again after many years of not seeing him.
I was 'busy' herding the cows one day when a man came over to me and asked if i liked ferrets. My grandad used to keep them and i was desperate for one so i said yes when he asked me if i would like one.
They were in a shed, he said, at the back of his house.
Long story short, as i leaned over to find the best one, he grabbed me, forced me to the floor and raped me. I was 12.
Before this i realise how lucky i was as i had had many 'near misses' ... the man, having pulled his trousers up and left me on the floor crying, grabbed me and said, "Well, aren't you going to choose one?" as if he had done nothing wrong. I picked up the one i had had my eyes on all the time he was doing what he did, because it seemed it had looked at me with great sadness, as if it cared for my wellbeing.
(I did keep and love that ferret very much until my DD's father killed it in a fit of jealousy)
The man told me to never tell anyone or he would come and take the ferret away. Then he said i had to come up and see him again. Now, this is going to sound awful, but he hugged and kissed me...i was 'loved' and therefore hooked.
I continued to go and see him as a way out of seeing my mother get beaten by her partner, and of bringing up my siblings.
He was always nice to me after that initial encounter, and i confided a lot of things to him, not knowing how it would be used against me.
"Tell and the police will come and take you into care," he often said. "They will believe me, i'm an adult, you are only a child."
"Even if they did believe you, i would just say it was your mum's partner, and they would both get put in prison."
So it continued, that he was nice to me, until my 13th birthday came and went, and i spent the week in bed, ill.
I was being bullied at school for being so tall.. i attempted suicide, and got given a psychologist to talk to. Having read the notes at the time, i see she wanted to have me taken into care. I told her i felt ill. Food tasted like glue, and i couldn't keep it down.
HE KNEW ... it wasn't an illness. It was a baby.
He took me for a walk one day, when we were far enough away for no one to see, he started hitting me. He kicked me. All the time i was asking, what had i done wrong?
He didn't reply, kicking and punching my tummy until i felt as if something broke inside me. I stood up, shaking, and i felt as if my insides had fell out and slithered down my legs.
After that he very rarely had sex with me without pulling out before he came.
My dad had me one weekend out of desperation, no one knew what was wrong with me, why i had attempted suicide, why i got into a fight with a person unknown and hadn't left my room since coming home.
That weekend we went to visit one of my dads friends.
"It must be catching", i thought, as he climbed into bed next to me. And i actually thought it was right, as he was my dads friend.
I thought, they all knew what was happening to me and they were letting it happen. I know now this wasn't right but in my childs mind...it was all i knew.
I wondered if the psychologist knew i was pregnant.
I assumed she must, as she seemed to have worked out everything else without me telling her. The fact i didn't feel loved, that my mum used to hit me.
Anyway, i soon got rid of her. She used to come when i had finished school, and john was starting to get worried about not seeing me, even coming to the school to warn me not to tell.
I told her 'everything was ok, i was happy, the world was wonderful' and a few weeks later she was gone.
The abuse continued until i met my DD's father, i had moved to a new area, so it was hard for john to find me, i felt safe, but continued to go and see him until the fact i had missed so much school caught up with me and i gave up even going there.
I got PG with my DD and she was and is my world. I looked at her for signs that she was his baby, and saw none.
And so there you have it. My life up until i had my DD.
Of course i'm not fucked up
I'm sorry that was v painful and i suppose it will not be easy to read but it feels better getting it out. I'm not afraid to talk about it any more. I no longer have nightmares or visions when sleeping with a partner, where i open my eyes and its him.
Yes, my DP knows i was abused but its just a word to him. I have never explained it in full.
I am afraid if i do he will use it to hurt me one day like my EXP (DS's father) did.
Already DP has had a go at me for not telling him that it was my brother who abused my DD, despite the fact i had only just met him, (not something you announce to a new P is it) and the fact i told him as soon as i felt able. His kids were never in any danger as my brother no longer has contact with our family except my mother.
Erm.. the end?