Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:NP. From the age of 3(my earliest memory) until 7, I was held down by my mother so my father could sexually assault me. From 7-12, I was forced to sleep at night in my fathers bed(I stopped fighting the abuse.) From 12-14 I had my own bed/bedroom but I wasn’t allowed to change anywhere but my bedroom, and I had no door. I was not allowed to shut the bathroom door, ever. At 15, my father tried to kill me (strangulation), was arrested and put in jail. The judge found him guilty but didn’t sentence him to anything but time served. CPS told my mother to choose-me or him. My mother spit in my face and chose him and I went into foster care. I haven’t laid eyes on either of them since. Nor do I plan to.
Lots, and lots, and lots of therapy is the only way I was able to free myself from my childhood.
My sincerest thoughts are with you and the fact that you must have had to work like hell in therapy to find your place today. I wish someone could've been there when you were little.