Feeling empty (TRIGGERS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
I feel like a selfish b*****d recently, coming here needing stuff when I prefer to help other, but I haven't been so strong lately. Today's a case in point.
I got into detail elsewhere, but it was a crap day at work, followed by simply feeling worthless as another piece of the abuse came back. Little Scot tried to protect me from it and he feels so badly now, but truthfully, I don't feel the outrage I thought I should.
Because, if one @$$hole in my childhood taking advantage of me, making me feel first loved, then worthless, and another one seeing something and not bothering to stop it, now there's a third. It seems that my abuser, my "daddy," shared me with another man and that man used me for a sadistic kidnap/rape/beating fantasy that he PAID my abuser for and my abuser took pictures of it to boot.
Now, today, I don't even feel worth it myself to get angry or upset over it. Just like when he raped me in 8th grade to keep me quiet in high school. This animal used our short time together to say so many vile things to me and do so many demeaning things that i know where the utter worthlessness came from.
A lot came from my father, most came from my abuser, and this guy made it worse.
No wonder I didn't scream for help when I was raped in the showers. Who would've helped me? Who would've cared?
Nobody.
I don't even feel like caring for me now.
I feel like the whore they called me.
I was a child and they made me a whore. They made me feel like a whore.
Fucking bastards.
Scot
I got into detail elsewhere, but it was a crap day at work, followed by simply feeling worthless as another piece of the abuse came back. Little Scot tried to protect me from it and he feels so badly now, but truthfully, I don't feel the outrage I thought I should.
Because, if one @$$hole in my childhood taking advantage of me, making me feel first loved, then worthless, and another one seeing something and not bothering to stop it, now there's a third. It seems that my abuser, my "daddy," shared me with another man and that man used me for a sadistic kidnap/rape/beating fantasy that he PAID my abuser for and my abuser took pictures of it to boot.
Now, today, I don't even feel worth it myself to get angry or upset over it. Just like when he raped me in 8th grade to keep me quiet in high school. This animal used our short time together to say so many vile things to me and do so many demeaning things that i know where the utter worthlessness came from.
A lot came from my father, most came from my abuser, and this guy made it worse.
No wonder I didn't scream for help when I was raped in the showers. Who would've helped me? Who would've cared?
Nobody.
I don't even feel like caring for me now.
I feel like the whore they called me.
I was a child and they made me a whore. They made me feel like a whore.
Fucking bastards.
Scot