I hate myself, i hate my life, i hate what happened.........
What can i say? I'm 22 years old, live in Indiana, and i was sexually molested by my uncle from the ages of 11 to 17. I never have told anyone in my family or friends what happened to me.
I hate myself for not saying anything, for letting this fester inside of me for the past 11 years.. God i hope he didn't do this to any of my other family members or anyone else for that matter.
Not that my parents could've helped me anyway, my mom had 4 nervous breakdown's of varying degrees between 1990 and 1997. The first one in 1990 was the worst, i came home from school, when i walked in the door, she stared at me with the emptiest eyes i have ever seen (catatonia).. She was in the mental instituition for 2 months. My parents couldn't have afforded counciling for me anyway. In 1992, we didn't have Christmas, mom was in the hospital again, and we didn't have food either. Again it happened in 1994 and 1997....
Why does being sexually molested hurt in so many ways? I feel like a broken jar, so many pieces missing, pieces scattered all over the place.
I was a pretty normal kid, didn't have any trouble in school, until it happened... One time i was a good kid, who got good grades and barely ever got into trouble. After it happened, i really changed. The fall after it happened, i started 7th grade, unfortunately some of the juniors and seniors seemed to enjoy calling me obscene names disparaging my sexuality... It all came to a head about 2 weeks later when a junior stopped me in the hall, calling me names in front of a lot of people. I had really had enough of it, i punched him in the stomach, he bent over, then i cracked my fists over his head and he fell to the floor. This was the first of many "disciplinary events" of my school career. People thought i was psycho because of that, but i was popular in school because people knew i didn't take sh#t from anybody. I graduated from high school and college without incident, but i still feel broken inside to this day.
I have such a cold personality, i can make friends, but i don't want them to know what happened to me...
I can't afford counciling now, i have school loans to pay.... Not that it would help anyway....
my email address is [email protected] if you want to talk...
I hate myself for not saying anything, for letting this fester inside of me for the past 11 years.. God i hope he didn't do this to any of my other family members or anyone else for that matter.
Not that my parents could've helped me anyway, my mom had 4 nervous breakdown's of varying degrees between 1990 and 1997. The first one in 1990 was the worst, i came home from school, when i walked in the door, she stared at me with the emptiest eyes i have ever seen (catatonia).. She was in the mental instituition for 2 months. My parents couldn't have afforded counciling for me anyway. In 1992, we didn't have Christmas, mom was in the hospital again, and we didn't have food either. Again it happened in 1994 and 1997....
Why does being sexually molested hurt in so many ways? I feel like a broken jar, so many pieces missing, pieces scattered all over the place.
I was a pretty normal kid, didn't have any trouble in school, until it happened... One time i was a good kid, who got good grades and barely ever got into trouble. After it happened, i really changed. The fall after it happened, i started 7th grade, unfortunately some of the juniors and seniors seemed to enjoy calling me obscene names disparaging my sexuality... It all came to a head about 2 weeks later when a junior stopped me in the hall, calling me names in front of a lot of people. I had really had enough of it, i punched him in the stomach, he bent over, then i cracked my fists over his head and he fell to the floor. This was the first of many "disciplinary events" of my school career. People thought i was psycho because of that, but i was popular in school because people knew i didn't take sh#t from anybody. I graduated from high school and college without incident, but i still feel broken inside to this day.
I have such a cold personality, i can make friends, but i don't want them to know what happened to me...
I can't afford counciling now, i have school loans to pay.... Not that it would help anyway....
my email address is [email protected] if you want to talk...