Child Abuse Survivors Community Group
This group's primary focus is physical and/or emotional child abuse: our memories, how it's affected us as adults, how we've survived, etc.
I was tuaght that if you don't have anything nice to say, than don't say anything at all...
But I'd rather tell the truth just now.
At the young age of 17 years, I accidently triped over a lit candle, causing the place to go up in flames. I ran away to go home to tell my mother. They locked me in my bedroom, and I grabed the last bottle of pills in my house and took off. Ran towards the fire.Noone was hurt, but I was so upset I caused anyone trouble, I overdosed yet again. I lived through a year of tourcher growing uo in such a disfunctional family that I had to hide, and became ill the day I was born. I lived in a mental ward in my late teens.AS a young teen I was raped in a shower by 7 girls taking turns beating me untill I was found by staff, then tied to abed, getting told on for starting the fight.I fist faught everday to fight them all off. They put me in a coma for seven days and was not allowed visitors. The staff lied n said I was under punnishment.Even when I lived in a group home with 7 men, was raped again, by a man who overmedicated me, fored me to clean his mess, he flushed the condom down, and then threatened if I told he'd do it again.The next day I went into councling, I told my councler and had to go through more hummilation by having the kit done. No dna appeared, but abuse was noted by all of the bruises.
He got fired, and sent back to his country his name was Win chow.
Later in life I had lost a lot of weight and loved to jog. I was jogging home, when a registered sex offender named James Lawson Raped me. I begged him to stop. When I told my parents the truth this is what they said to me..
"Heidi we believe you think this happened." I lost faith in them seince.
But I'd rather tell the truth just now.
At the young age of 17 years, I accidently triped over a lit candle, causing the place to go up in flames. I ran away to go home to tell my mother. They locked me in my bedroom, and I grabed the last bottle of pills in my house and took off. Ran towards the fire.Noone was hurt, but I was so upset I caused anyone trouble, I overdosed yet again. I lived through a year of tourcher growing uo in such a disfunctional family that I had to hide, and became ill the day I was born. I lived in a mental ward in my late teens.AS a young teen I was raped in a shower by 7 girls taking turns beating me untill I was found by staff, then tied to abed, getting told on for starting the fight.I fist faught everday to fight them all off. They put me in a coma for seven days and was not allowed visitors. The staff lied n said I was under punnishment.Even when I lived in a group home with 7 men, was raped again, by a man who overmedicated me, fored me to clean his mess, he flushed the condom down, and then threatened if I told he'd do it again.The next day I went into councling, I told my councler and had to go through more hummilation by having the kit done. No dna appeared, but abuse was noted by all of the bruises.
He got fired, and sent back to his country his name was Win chow.
Later in life I had lost a lot of weight and loved to jog. I was jogging home, when a registered sex offender named James Lawson Raped me. I begged him to stop. When I told my parents the truth this is what they said to me..
"Heidi we believe you think this happened." I lost faith in them seince.
Years later, I encountered his brother as I was at a Wal-Mart getting some things for my son's class party. He started following me in the store. I got on my cell and called my husband. When the guy got to my aisle, I was looking at some things on the shelf and said, "Don't even think about it or you'll regret you ever saw me". It scared him as I mentioned his last name on my cell and used cop lingo as I knew it. He probably thought I was an undercover cop and left. My ex-husband kept me on the phone and told me to just leave and stay on the phone with him until I was in my car as I'd just had all my wisdom teeth cut out and was still a little weak from the lack of food. I was also angry because I felt I couldn't even go to Wal-Mart for the sake of my child without my husband. Then, years later, I realize my own husband is a pedophile as he molested a child in my home daycare. Now, I watch people VERY carefully. If I get a strange vibe, I'm onto them. I've ended several relationships because I didn't like the way the man was with his teenage daughers. I called their moms and talked with the daughters. The men said I was putting them on the same level as my ex, but I wasn't. I'm all about affection, but it has to be age appropriate. When a girl reaches teenage years, a daddy can no longer kiss or tickle her underarms or belly the way he did when she was a baby...duh. His hands do not need to be anywhere near any private parts of her body. Like it or not, she's becoming a woman and needs to be treated as such. He can hug her and kiss her on her cheek, but not hold her body so close to his that he can get an erection. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior out of a man, nor will I tolerate him giving her back rubs with her shirt up exposing her bra. I told that dad that wouldn't work into our relationship. He didn't like that, but neither did I like the fact that he'd fall asleep in the same bed as his 17 year old fully developed daughter after giving her a back rub for bedtime. She looked like a 26 year old. My point is that I'm so sorry for what you went through. It is sooo unfair, and I can't stand sex offenders. I'm happily divorced. We don't allow him to babysit my grandchildren. He'd better run for his life if he ever touches them.