Why I'm Here??? ***TRIGGERS***
Hi All,
I began this as a PM to Rustam, but decided to post it for all instead. Here's what I have to share for now...
My fellow Irish guy,
I'm an Irish-Canadian living on beautiful Vancouver Island, B.C.. I have many relatives, cousins that I love like my brothers, in Ireland. I just sent this to try to establish a talking relationship with you. In my family, there are only the three of us boys, not the cluster of ten that you speak of in your "Partner Considering Reporting..." reply post.
***POSSIBLE TRIGGERS***
My mother is Irish,straight from Dublin. My father was (is) Welsh and started with me over a train set at the age of six. I was the oldest and as my brothers grew older they were also included in this ugly shitstorm of abuse. Sexual abuse, big time.
I was always my father's favourite for these "sessions," but sometimes I used to cherish the moments when he was no longer alone with me but also with my brothers so that I would be left alone so I didn't have to fight him off and he would pick on my other brothers. Other times I would try to protect them by offering myself instead. Sometimes I just couldn't do it.
I could hear their screams and yells in the other room, and I would feel so bad but feel thankful that it wasn't me. This continued for years...if I was successful in fighting him off, he would go to one of my brothers if they were around. When he finally left the family, my mother told me I was in charge.
Things became violent. My brothers were wild. I was wild. And the f**ker came back. He finally left for good when I was 14.
But he's never been gone.
I began this as a PM to Rustam, but decided to post it for all instead. Here's what I have to share for now...
My fellow Irish guy,
I'm an Irish-Canadian living on beautiful Vancouver Island, B.C.. I have many relatives, cousins that I love like my brothers, in Ireland. I just sent this to try to establish a talking relationship with you. In my family, there are only the three of us boys, not the cluster of ten that you speak of in your "Partner Considering Reporting..." reply post.
***POSSIBLE TRIGGERS***
My mother is Irish,straight from Dublin. My father was (is) Welsh and started with me over a train set at the age of six. I was the oldest and as my brothers grew older they were also included in this ugly shitstorm of abuse. Sexual abuse, big time.
I was always my father's favourite for these "sessions," but sometimes I used to cherish the moments when he was no longer alone with me but also with my brothers so that I would be left alone so I didn't have to fight him off and he would pick on my other brothers. Other times I would try to protect them by offering myself instead. Sometimes I just couldn't do it.
I could hear their screams and yells in the other room, and I would feel so bad but feel thankful that it wasn't me. This continued for years...if I was successful in fighting him off, he would go to one of my brothers if they were around. When he finally left the family, my mother told me I was in charge.
Things became violent. My brothers were wild. I was wild. And the f**ker came back. He finally left for good when I was 14.
But he's never been gone.