My abuse starts in 2009- the summer of 2009. I had went up to live with my Dad who lived in another state, as my parents were divorced. The main abuser was my mothers husband (who she is still married to, might I add), but I also got abused by my mother both mentally and verbally. I don't know if anyone will read this, but my step-sister told me to write this stuff down and I don't want to drown paper with my pities that has more potential being notes to study with.
This story of my life, call it what you will, contains the following trigger warnings:
- sexual abuse (rape)
- pedophilia
- miscarriages
- verbal abuse
- self harm
- suicide
- homicide
- Dissociative Identity Disorder
- more suicide
- etc
I will not reveal my name and for privacy reasons I will disguise the names of my family members from their original names. The abuse ended two and a half years ago. I am currently seeking help and once I am stable enough I will be taking legal action- but that's our little secret (wink, wink).
Anyway, if you're here to start this journey with my for the millionth time: welcome. It's great to have you. And I hope this helps you learn a little bit about how normal people can seem at first, but turn out to be fucked up! I don't know...
Enjoy the ride.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Growing up in an abusive household
No FicciónCover by: traumaartist Art by: traumaartist and anger- - - - - issues This is the story of my life. I'll post as I remember things. There's a lot to tell. Support is very helpful as it will get me through the day💕
