Sexual Abuse Support Group
Sexual abuse is a relative cultural term used to describe sexual relations and behavior between two or more parties which are considered criminally and/or morally offensive. Different types of sexual abuse involve: Non-consensual, forced physical sexual behavior such as rape, incest or sexual assault, or psychological forms of abuse, such as verbal sexual behavior or...
As I sat waiting to pick up my daughter from school today, I watched the children as they walked,ran, laughed and played on their way home.
I watched the ones who laughed and wondered if they were just hiding like I did. I saw the ones who walked with their little heads bowed down and wondered if they were on their way home to a monster.
Is this normal? To see innocence and suspect all manner of depravity? Am I sick? Or am I the only one sitting here who actually may see the reality of this world?
Yes, of course I know that there are some fortunate children who never know the trauma and pain that was a daily part of my life. But the statistics prove that there are more than most are willing to even believe and thousands more that die and are beaten and it is never reported.
What did you do? I had school life where I was funny and had lots of friends and then I had the real life. The one I didn't want anyone to know about.
I read constantly to escape my home life and prayed constantly that someone would save me. No amount of telling changed one damn thing. I was always sent back.
Even after foster homes, orphanages, staying with relatives, etc. she always got us back. There was no escape.
So I pretended in my mind. That someone loved me. They just hadn't found me yet. That I would get out. That 18 wasn't so far away. Never mind I was only 6.
Anyway, just wanted to know if you pretended and what you thought about.
I watched the ones who laughed and wondered if they were just hiding like I did. I saw the ones who walked with their little heads bowed down and wondered if they were on their way home to a monster.
Is this normal? To see innocence and suspect all manner of depravity? Am I sick? Or am I the only one sitting here who actually may see the reality of this world?
Yes, of course I know that there are some fortunate children who never know the trauma and pain that was a daily part of my life. But the statistics prove that there are more than most are willing to even believe and thousands more that die and are beaten and it is never reported.
What did you do? I had school life where I was funny and had lots of friends and then I had the real life. The one I didn't want anyone to know about.
I read constantly to escape my home life and prayed constantly that someone would save me. No amount of telling changed one damn thing. I was always sent back.
Even after foster homes, orphanages, staying with relatives, etc. she always got us back. There was no escape.
So I pretended in my mind. That someone loved me. They just hadn't found me yet. That I would get out. That 18 wasn't so far away. Never mind I was only 6.
Anyway, just wanted to know if you pretended and what you thought about.
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
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I'm trying to exercise daily. I was doing fairly well until I sprained my ankle 2 weeks ago but now I'm getting back on the horse. Today I walked over a mile with my arm weights that are about 22lbs total. I was out of shape and it was hard on my arms. I also did my 30 situps. I'm also going to drink a lot of water and try to eat healthy. I do tend to have a sweet tooth but I'm cutting...
I'm in my 20's, and when I'm scared, I still pretend...just to "escape" for a little bit, to take a breath.
It's something I think about almost daily.
I wonder if people who haven't been abused think about these things?.......
but i lived those stories....believed them. i would lay in bed living these dreams for hours at night [couldn't sleep]
i look at other kids and people all the time and think those things.
it hurts when i know i can't help them...no one can if no one knows.