I am trying to progress

[stillavictim]

After severe children abuse sexual, physical and emotional abuse leading to trauma and PTSD I did seek help from a therapist some 30 year's ago but was told father's don't do that to there son's

Basically I was called a LIER as was my sister who had a different therapist. After that experience and time's changing I decided to try again. After a brain injury due to a cardiac arrest with starvation of oxygen to the brain I get more clear and regularly flashbacks.

I am from the UK and under the NHS but they are streached to breaking point regarding therepy. To go private costs a fortune. There are a number of charities that offer therapy but I have been told my trauma was to bad for them to help me.

I just don't know where to go now other than this site that is a form of therapy for me now

 

[GaD3!]

I am sorry to hear of all that you are dealing with and have dealt with in trying to get help. I am glad that at least MS is helping you. If you ever want to "talk" feel free to message me. I wish you well, take care.

 

[Scottie]

I had a therapist as a kid in grade school, maybe 7, 8, and 9. My it was a court ordered thing or such from the dropped child abuse case against my adopting parents. The local police officer in town would come to the school in full uniform, get me, take me to the therapist. I would spend time there avoiding talking to them as I knew, I knew very well the punishment for telling, for talking. Sometimes I would have to take off my shirt, which always terrified me because bad things most of the time happened to little Scottie when he had to take his clothing off for adults. Sometimes they would have me punch a large balloon thing that would fall over and pop back up. Sometimes the policeman would take me to a doctor's office and hand me off to a nurse, and I would go be given an exam, then taken back to the policeman. Then I would go with the policeman again to his girlfriend's home, I would sit in the living room watching and listening to them have sex through the open door. Then he would take me back to school. I have no idea why it stopped or what it accomplished. Much of my life then was lived in a dense haze and fog. I was heavily drugged with Valium, as a drugged kid is easier to abuse. Most of what I remember from then is the violent times or the worst of the abuse. So much waste of what I could have been.

I found the progress I have made has been over time mostly by working on it my self, with the help of my spouse and a few close friends. I did see a couple therapists for a few sessions, but stop going. I got more healing in the last decade from places like this community than ever before in my life. Best wishes. Scottie