punished for been brave
deaddreamer
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I am a 30 year old man from South Africa Cape town.My father was a troubled man a drug addict and a alcholic,and had a bad past.
He did not sexually abuse,but he would punch me insteadd of punishing me.I suffer from a sleep disorder called R.T.S. which makes me rock in my sleep and when i was 11 it was so bad that I would hit my head against the wall over and over untill it would wake me,this must have driven him out of his mind.One night I was rocking he came into my room and punched my head so hard that the leg of my bed broke.I just layed there stunned and confused and he said somrthing and left.
This kind of thing happened every once in a while and they left me terrified.And i remember starting to rebell.
When i was 12 I left my freinds birthday party and I went too the train station when i was waiting for the train a man approached me and
said that he had found a litter of puppies in the graveyard,And asked if i did not want too take one.I had a feeling of being unsure
about this man but I thought of my mom who had
just recovered from an ordeal,and i thought a puppie would cheer her up.
So it was already dark I walked with the man,he said the puppies,were just behind a hedge.when we got there he put he has hand on yhe back of my neck and squeezed and told me too lay down
I froze with fear,he said he would not hurt me if i do what he said so i did,he then proceeded too rape me,I could not believe what was happening I think I just spaced out and layed
there crying.
When he was finished he took me to the train station and gave me a orange.H waited there as if he was worried something would happen too me
This the part of the that fills with all kind of feelings.
I knew that this was not my fault and i said to myself that i would not let this change me,and i thought I could catch him and that way I could win back something so i told him that I would be there the following frday too
I know that that sounds insane but this is only the beginning.The train came I got on and went home.
When I got there I went to the kitchen and told my mom and dad.My mom cried and my dad just looked down and said "no lord no"
they called the cops and and came to speak to me
at this point I was being my brave self,I was even smiling,but when i did that everyone looked at me strangely .i remember my mom telling me not to laugh or smile,I think now that I was still in shock ,I then went for a medical exam and it to
was a unpleasent experience but I was determined to have him caught.
THE next day I went with the police back to the graveyard,This is where i told the policeman about my plan .I thought that he would be impressed.But he showed no intrest as a matter fact he made me feel like I did something wrong
So no one really gave a damm,I waited till the following Friday and planned to go back myself
with a knife,but when the day came I was too scared to go alone,A whole week had went by
and everyone was pretending like nothing fucking happened to me,I really tried to go claim myself back but when I did nt ,I felt like a coward.
No one ever spoke to me about it again,only on single occasion my mom said "dont stay out late you now what happened to you last time"
I then lost my cool and freaked her out and told that she should never speak to me about it again
and she never did.So no therapy or anything just alone,I remember deciding that feelings were a bad thing ,
Since this I was kicked out 4 schools went to the army when i was seventeen saw some more tragedy .I have taken all sorts of risks ,drugs ,suicide,physical
risks,basically all kinds of risky behaviour
I lost my job because of my temper
I have calmed down a lot in the last year I have not done any heavy drugs or drank for about a year and a half.
through all this the rape was never considered as a problem it was never taken into account as to why was I so rebellious
My father stopped hitting me when i was sixteen,because after he beat me up I asked him if it made him feel like man,He could never look at me the same,
I guess what I am trying to say is I thought that I would be brave and that i wont let it affect me,BUT no one saw how much pain and fear and shame were behind my eyes,
I am alone even when there are poeple around me
carry on soldier
He did not sexually abuse,but he would punch me insteadd of punishing me.I suffer from a sleep disorder called R.T.S. which makes me rock in my sleep and when i was 11 it was so bad that I would hit my head against the wall over and over untill it would wake me,this must have driven him out of his mind.One night I was rocking he came into my room and punched my head so hard that the leg of my bed broke.I just layed there stunned and confused and he said somrthing and left.
This kind of thing happened every once in a while and they left me terrified.And i remember starting to rebell.
When i was 12 I left my freinds birthday party and I went too the train station when i was waiting for the train a man approached me and
said that he had found a litter of puppies in the graveyard,And asked if i did not want too take one.I had a feeling of being unsure
about this man but I thought of my mom who had
just recovered from an ordeal,and i thought a puppie would cheer her up.
So it was already dark I walked with the man,he said the puppies,were just behind a hedge.when we got there he put he has hand on yhe back of my neck and squeezed and told me too lay down
I froze with fear,he said he would not hurt me if i do what he said so i did,he then proceeded too rape me,I could not believe what was happening I think I just spaced out and layed
there crying.
When he was finished he took me to the train station and gave me a orange.H waited there as if he was worried something would happen too me

I knew that this was not my fault and i said to myself that i would not let this change me,and i thought I could catch him and that way I could win back something so i told him that I would be there the following frday too
I know that that sounds insane but this is only the beginning.The train came I got on and went home.
When I got there I went to the kitchen and told my mom and dad.My mom cried and my dad just looked down and said "no lord no"
they called the cops and and came to speak to me
at this point I was being my brave self,I was even smiling,but when i did that everyone looked at me strangely .i remember my mom telling me not to laugh or smile,I think now that I was still in shock ,I then went for a medical exam and it to
was a unpleasent experience but I was determined to have him caught.
THE next day I went with the police back to the graveyard,This is where i told the policeman about my plan .I thought that he would be impressed.But he showed no intrest as a matter fact he made me feel like I did something wrong
So no one really gave a damm,I waited till the following Friday and planned to go back myself
with a knife,but when the day came I was too scared to go alone,A whole week had went by
and everyone was pretending like nothing fucking happened to me,I really tried to go claim myself back but when I did nt ,I felt like a coward.
No one ever spoke to me about it again,only on single occasion my mom said "dont stay out late you now what happened to you last time"
I then lost my cool and freaked her out and told that she should never speak to me about it again
and she never did.So no therapy or anything just alone,I remember deciding that feelings were a bad thing ,
Since this I was kicked out 4 schools went to the army when i was seventeen saw some more tragedy .I have taken all sorts of risks ,drugs ,suicide,physical
risks,basically all kinds of risky behaviour
I lost my job because of my temper
I have calmed down a lot in the last year I have not done any heavy drugs or drank for about a year and a half.
through all this the rape was never considered as a problem it was never taken into account as to why was I so rebellious
My father stopped hitting me when i was sixteen,because after he beat me up I asked him if it made him feel like man,He could never look at me the same,
I guess what I am trying to say is I thought that I would be brave and that i wont let it affect me,BUT no one saw how much pain and fear and shame were behind my eyes,
I am alone even when there are poeple around me
carry on soldier