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I just can't get this off my mind.....

When I was little my father was very abusive to me.
He drank a lot, and he smoked whatever.
He hit me and my mom, he kicked me, and eventually he put a knife through my hand (I have the scar to go with it) and he killed my dog. (this man is NOT in prison and never was)
Every day after school I would get picked up by my mother (thank god for her) and be dropped off at home with my dad.
My dad had abused me with a lot of mental abuse like- "your not good enough to eat anything" and would lock me in a room or "I could kill you with one hand" and I would hide under or around anything I could just to try not to get hurt. (But honestly what's a 7 year old going to do?)
One day I told my mom what he was doing to me (she told him he was a dead man if he ever touched me when the abuse started) and he threw me and my mom into a room and blocked it.
He then went downstairs and grabbed his gun pointed it at me.... then my mom..... then at himself and took his life. (In front of us)
I really want this memory to go away its really scary and I don't wanna be anything like him. I just wish that it simply never happened or that something else could have happened instead of how it turned out.
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Which explains the mysterious fevers and my extra fatigue. I'm so glad I pushed for answers.
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Due to my increased paranoia, anxiety, and a panic attack over the weekend, my psychiatrist has put me back in a full dose of Zyprexa until further notice. Every time I think I'm getting ahead something happens and it's back to square one. I knew he was gonna do this but I can't help feeling disappointed. It is what it is.

I can, alas, relate. Ah, your dad and mine had some things in common, tho' mine didn't kill himself, nor use a gun. But the constant degradations, you're not good enough, my mom being all that kept me going and her protecting us (and us not telling the truth to her b/c hey, we knew it'd be worse when we did, b/c my dad on a bad day was bad enough, but get him in trouble with Mom---risk loss of his control over her, too? Oh, that still wakes me up screaming, no joke.)....
I can't shake the memories. THey show up. The thing is... we're not our DNA, or our parents. We're *our* choices. I hate the DNA I share.... but it's not, I'm learning slowly in therapy, who I am. It's DNA. I've been shaping me, and I hvae not wanted to be *that*, and no, I haven't been perfect, but... Scream it out, cry it out, whatever, okay? My dad didn't die till I was in my 20s, we'd been basically estranged since I was 17, and even tho' he's long been dead, I wake from his presence in nihtmares. Usually when I'm stressed, now. But... ti's just what it is, and I hate it, but I don't have to *fear*. Or so I'm slowly learning as I age. He's gone. He can't make me anything.
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I'm going to be sounding cold in this statement so if you want to not read then please don't. I believe things honestly do happen for a reason, what that reason is is hard to swallow or even know. If your dad hadn't taken his life that day he might of known his anger could do worse than taking his own life. That's one opinion. Perhaps his sickness wanted you and your mom to have those memories. Either way it prevented further physical abuse that could of led to either you or your mom dead or both. He was obviously a defective human being that did more harm than good and his demons made him do what he did. Nothing you or your mom had done or could of done would of changed that outcome. If you both possessed that ability to help him he would of changed himself a long time before his death.
If you havent already maybe try writing a letter to him, one as the 7 year old you and one as the adult you. Compare letters and see where you've grown and where you're the same. It's easy to get stuck and hard to get unstuck but it will give you some idea of where you're at and where you need to work on your self love.
What I learned in therapy and recovery is that it doesn't have to go away. I just had to accept it happened and it is apart of my life experience but only a small part. Before recovery I felt the abuse defined me, it made me less of a person, that there was something wrong with me that this happened. The truth was the abuse affected me but the acts of abuse was my step dads to own completely it was about him and what was wrong in him and there was nothing wrong with me.
So through therapy and groups I was able to integrate my childhood more fully both the good and the bad. Then and only then did the memory go away. I never think about it unless it comes up in sharing. I had made that one moment in my life so big that it pushed out a huge amount of other memories. I compare it to going into a garden with a magnifying glass to view the whole garden. It might be handy for focusing on a flower or bug ... but if I don't put it down I'll never see experience the whole garden. Your life has a lot of beauty.
Acceptance is a huge step...it happened to you but it doesn't define you. It is a small part of a larger picture. I have done EMDR and found it helpful and other therapies and especially 12-step groups. It's comforting to know others have lived through terrible things and can still have hope and a positive outlook. Really is a miracle.