Sexual Abuse Support Group
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My emotional pain screams to be heard. Somedays it is more then I can endure. This is just one day in my life. My story is in my journal oct. 22. How could this have been my life? I care for that little girl now on a daily basis. It angers me that she was not cared for when she needed it most!
I have very few memories as a carefree child of innocence. One of my 1st memories is of a little girl of 4 years old, dressed in a white cotton summers dress, standing beside my parents bed. On their bed lay a plump dark haired man named Percy. He told me how pretty I looked. I smiled inside & out. He asked my to lift my dress, & I did, still happy to be pretty. He asked me to take off my panties. I started to do so & then laughed. I told him he was silly & I skipped away. To this day I don't know what happened next. I just know I never felt the innocence of that carefree little one again for any length of time.
I have very few memories as a carefree child of innocence. One of my 1st memories is of a little girl of 4 years old, dressed in a white cotton summers dress, standing beside my parents bed. On their bed lay a plump dark haired man named Percy. He told me how pretty I looked. I smiled inside & out. He asked my to lift my dress, & I did, still happy to be pretty. He asked me to take off my panties. I started to do so & then laughed. I told him he was silly & I skipped away. To this day I don't know what happened next. I just know I never felt the innocence of that carefree little one again for any length of time.
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This reminds me of my childhood. I wrote a poem about it in my journal called little girl. The only thing I know to tell you about healing the pain is it takes time. i still deal with it but I've been doing that for a long time now and it does get easier over the years. My nightmares a few and far between and I feel much better about myself than I ever have so there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It just takes time.
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If you want to read the poem it's the one dated 10/05.
6bagsfull
I enjoyed the poem. Thank you for sharing. Yes it does sound very familiar.
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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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??
