I am a 34 year old woman. I was born to a pair of narcissistic drug addicts in Denver Colorado. From the age of two upwards, my father and mother drugged me with valium, made me drink wine, or take Nyquil so I would be asleep most of the time, so they could party. At five, my parents went to Las Vegas and left me with my grandparents, where my 13 yr old uncle molested me daily for a while...how long I don't know. Until "Mom" and "dad" came back. My father started to beat me when I began school. He only used a belt but regularly whipped me for small things like a sad face on the paper I brought home, and I mean in first grade. I was a terrible student, I seems to be slower than everyone else, so I was whipped often.
We moved away from the USA and came to Canada in '84. By the time I was in fifth grade it was apparent I was a loser and was bullied relentlessly. At the age of eleven my father ran off with a 24 yr old woman, and left me with my mother, whom 3 years later sent me back to the US for a "summer vacation" and called me on the phone one day to tell me I would not be coming back to her, she did not want me, she had met a man who did not want a kid around.
I came back to Canada to live with my father and Stepmother (the 24 year old by then nearly 30)and by then my father had become an alcoholic. He regularly got into violent fights with the stepmother. He was often seen in our neighborhood, blind drunk, violent and under arrest. This led to me getting beat up more often, and eventually I stopped going to school. I failed seventh grade.
I was raped at 15 and my father would not allow me to have an abortion. I was told to have the baby, and they would raise her. I did have the child, but then I was ousted and rejected "for the baby's sake" when she was born.
By the time I was 18 I had met a man seven years older who wanted to marry me. I needed stability, and so I agreed. Ten years I was married, and he did everything from hit me, to shaving my head after knocking me out with drugs, to making me throw all of my clothes away, and wear his.
I FINALLY got smart and got away, but it took five whole years.
Today, I am better as a person, I would never allow myself to be the victim EVER again.
However, I am so emotionally damaged, I do not have(nor have ever had) any friends whatever, and I have social anxiety and OCD on top of all of that.
I am desperately lonely, on disability and getting old.
And that's my story. | |
Add me please. I am an Australian girl and still attends highschool tho but I still would love to be your friend. I also advise that you go to a hobby group like painting and such and then meet friends that way and report all this to the police. Im glad that life is getting better for u. and u have been an inspiration. U could be a socialist and fight to free kids in drug abusive homes. Goodluck though darling :D
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