Then & Now
I didnt think at all about healing & recovery when I first came here. I just wanted to get safe from drugs & stop hating being me & stop freaking out & seeing things that arent there. Thats all.
Then when I came here I saw things diffrently i guess. I wrote a survivor story but i didnt post it cos i was ashamed. My big brothers here have it so they can say did I really say this stuff. But now i look back at that story & i think thats not me. Who was that messed up kid?
Heres some examples.
Me in April:
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Wakiyan Cistala
Then when I came here I saw things diffrently i guess. I wrote a survivor story but i didnt post it cos i was ashamed. My big brothers here have it so they can say did I really say this stuff. But now i look back at that story & i think thats not me. Who was that messed up kid?
Heres some examples.
Me in April:
Me now: It wasn't my fault. He was a drunk. He wasn't really my Dad. I know that now cos now I have a real Dad who loves me & helps me like a dad is supposed to do.I was bad a lot I guess, because what I mainly remember is that my birthdad was always mad at me about something, if it wasn't this then it was that. Nothing I did was right, and sometimes I would just be sitting around watching TV or whatever and he would come in shouting and already be mad. He hit me a lot. He hit my big brother too, but I think it was worse with me – maybe that's just how I see it though. It got really bad sometimes. He would push me and throw me and I would go flying into furniture or a chair, and he had this slap not on your face like usual but on the side of the head and it would make me dizzy. If I answered him back and said what did I do then he would totally lose it and I would really get stomped. From that stuff what I remember is being curled up in a ball on the floor so the kicks and the belt wouldn't get me in the head and just waiting for it to stop.
Me in April:
Me now: Im not his son. I have a real dad now & he shows me how to not be scared. Yr not a dad if you hurt yr kids.But somehow theres something in me that hurts when I think he didnt love me. I dont understand that. I still want him to come back. Im his son. Its not fair.
Me in April:
Me now. Wasn't God's fault, same as the WTC wasn't God's fault. It was my abuser's fault.He would babysit me and my brothers because him and Dad were friends, and I would lay trembling begging God not to let him come in my room. Guess God was busy, because finally my door would open and there he was.
Me in April:
Me now: I was never a ho. I was just really scared & mixed up. I did what I had to do to keep my little brothers safe.Then one day he was babysitting for us and I thought what if he cant find me and he goes for one of my little brothers instead, so I just came back to my bed and waited for him. That proved it. I really was a ho – I wasn't even trying to stop it, instead I was just waiting for him.
Me in April:
Me now: That's stupid. Fighting never helped me, not ever. It got me expelled, thats all.I got angry a lot and I was in a million fights. I lost most of the time because I picked fights with bullies who were bigger and older. Didnt give a shit then and I still dont.
Me in April:
Me now: I'm just me, its not my job to be like my Dad. I have a gf & she likes me a lot & i think Im a loving person. When I get married & have kids im going to be the best dad in the world.I know I will never have anybody to love me and that hurts the most. I will never be like my Dad.
Me in April:
Me now: That place is right where I am. I choose to be me. I choose to be okay. It wasn't my fault. I choose to say no. I choose to get my life back & my abuser is going to jail.I don't know where my world is yet, but its a place where I can say it wasn't my fault and believe it and stop hating myself for being me. It would be great to find that place.
Wakiyan Cistala