My introduction
My name is Chuck.
I’m excited about being in this group and the help I can receive. I’m always a little apprehensive or scared when it comes to sharing my story. I will do the best I can.
I feel I have to start from the beginning for kinda just fits together. as a child, I had a speech impediment. at the time the school system didn’t really know what to do with my speech problem. The school system at the time decided to classify me as a special-needs child.. which of course meant that I had to attend another school from everyone else in the neighborhood. Which just created a lot of name-calling from my friends in the neighborhood..
My nickname became Chucky the retard. That was the name that I heard an all through my school years. Because of my speech impediment and the name-calling, I just learned to shut my mouth and became extremely quiet.. I also developed an extremely negative attitude toward myself always thought of myself as kind of a mistake..
However, I did have a friend that was older than I in my neighborhood that really didn’t call me names. We had a lot of fun together, but I remember one time after playing in the backyard. He wanted to take me over to his house, which is just a block away. Just to show me a fort he built that I could play in anytime I wanted. I had to be around eight or nine at that time.. in the upstairs, garage attic is where I was sexually abused. Several months after that first time in the attic, he approached me again. This time it was at his job at the corner gas station where he worked. And that corner gas station was right across the street from where I live. I can’t tell you how many times he molested me and rape me at the corner gas station. The abuse lasted all through my school years and into high school.. I remember he tried to approach me once in high school. I don’t know why, but I pushed him away and I said no. That was the last time I’ve ever seen my abuser. Maybe he got scared and skipped town. I don’t know but by that time the damage is already done. I am now 63 years of age and I just started sharing my story about a year ago. I have found a good local therapist that I just recently started.. Thank you
I’m excited about being in this group and the help I can receive. I’m always a little apprehensive or scared when it comes to sharing my story. I will do the best I can.
I feel I have to start from the beginning for kinda just fits together. as a child, I had a speech impediment. at the time the school system didn’t really know what to do with my speech problem. The school system at the time decided to classify me as a special-needs child.. which of course meant that I had to attend another school from everyone else in the neighborhood. Which just created a lot of name-calling from my friends in the neighborhood..
My nickname became Chucky the retard. That was the name that I heard an all through my school years. Because of my speech impediment and the name-calling, I just learned to shut my mouth and became extremely quiet.. I also developed an extremely negative attitude toward myself always thought of myself as kind of a mistake..
However, I did have a friend that was older than I in my neighborhood that really didn’t call me names. We had a lot of fun together, but I remember one time after playing in the backyard. He wanted to take me over to his house, which is just a block away. Just to show me a fort he built that I could play in anytime I wanted. I had to be around eight or nine at that time.. in the upstairs, garage attic is where I was sexually abused. Several months after that first time in the attic, he approached me again. This time it was at his job at the corner gas station where he worked. And that corner gas station was right across the street from where I live. I can’t tell you how many times he molested me and rape me at the corner gas station. The abuse lasted all through my school years and into high school.. I remember he tried to approach me once in high school. I don’t know why, but I pushed him away and I said no. That was the last time I’ve ever seen my abuser. Maybe he got scared and skipped town. I don’t know but by that time the damage is already done. I am now 63 years of age and I just started sharing my story about a year ago. I have found a good local therapist that I just recently started.. Thank you