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Getting him involved with the rest of us is going to be fun...he identifies with my abusive dad and hates this body.
My dad had a sense of failure for having made a girl. He hated me for being female, he viewed me as worthless and a nuisance. I mean really, as a small child he'd hit me for climbing in his lap.
He really wanted to walk away from mom and I entirely, but was afraid to.
Dad made me pay for my mom " forcing him" to take responsibility for me.
Anyway, this alter identifies with dad.
The alter stopped growing at 12 when dad went off on us while taking us to school. We made him late. We don't remember parts of that.
This alter still misses dad, and hates us. This body is a disgusting thing to him, he hates it, it's why we weren't any good, you know? It's why dad used us as a human Kleenex, living sex doll and punching bag...though dad had to be sure not to mark us up too bad.
So this alter is only even talking to the rest of us because he's lonely. He still despises sharing a head with us. He's been sabotaging us all of our collective adult life, because dad couldn't stand to see me feel good about myself(s).
He hid the peanut butter right in front of us Monday, then laughed at us after we looked for it for 10 minutes.
I need to go look for a better job, and I feel dirty, disgusting...gah...lovely.
This stuff is just the gift that keeps on giving.
My dad had a sense of failure for having made a girl. He hated me for being female, he viewed me as worthless and a nuisance. I mean really, as a small child he'd hit me for climbing in his lap.
He really wanted to walk away from mom and I entirely, but was afraid to.
Dad made me pay for my mom " forcing him" to take responsibility for me.
Anyway, this alter identifies with dad.
The alter stopped growing at 12 when dad went off on us while taking us to school. We made him late. We don't remember parts of that.
This alter still misses dad, and hates us. This body is a disgusting thing to him, he hates it, it's why we weren't any good, you know? It's why dad used us as a human Kleenex, living sex doll and punching bag...though dad had to be sure not to mark us up too bad.
So this alter is only even talking to the rest of us because he's lonely. He still despises sharing a head with us. He's been sabotaging us all of our collective adult life, because dad couldn't stand to see me feel good about myself(s).
He hid the peanut butter right in front of us Monday, then laughed at us after we looked for it for 10 minutes.
I need to go look for a better job, and I feel dirty, disgusting...gah...lovely.
This stuff is just the gift that keeps on giving.
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I feel so dirty and used I was drunk and passed out at a party when I came around some guy was on top of me rapeing me he covered my mouth and told me to shut up afterwards he got up and got dressed and said I better not tell anyone I found my friend and reported that I had been raped after having medical checks and them getting DNA I've taken the morning after pill IAM just so depressed and...
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Upon his departure, he remarked, "I am in many people’s pockets; no one will believe you." Have you ever grappled with the silence that follows sexual assault, where the perceived impossibility of being believed necessitates self-censorship?
I do think that maybe not touching me might have been an attempt to...I think, conceal his attraction. Not resist, conceal.
As soon as my mom went to work, though, all pretense was over really fast.
I just...have a strong sense he was taking a lot of the resentment he had for mom out on me, but he really did hate me for being a girl, and a sickly one at that.
I forget exactly what gave me the idea that because I was a girl, I was a failure for him. I think it was the way he and my grandfather talked about me when they thought I was out of earshot, though I can't remember what they said...About how dad was a failure for making a girl, not a son to carry on the name, I think? I think Grandpa put him down for it, which would have been like the man.
Grandpa was actually more violent than my dad. I understand he hit my dad and uncle with a 2x4 on occasion.
Mom and I think he beat my uncle, who's the older brother, into brain damage. The guy's not right.
My dad also took all kinds of shit out on me. My mother and HIS mother were both untouchable madonnas so I got to be the scapegoat. Looks like you won the same lottery ticket. I am beyond horrified that he treated you so badly, so criminally, and send lots of comforting, loving hugs to you and all your alters.