tuliptorn

I think it sucks they didn't speed things up and tell you the results as soon as possible. I'm glad it is something that can be treated and will be sitting with you in spirit during and after your procedure.

Always sitting with you no matter what the result. ((((((Aperson)))))

Welcome back @Soccergrl9 I have been a member since 2008, I've come and returned many times. Met some wonderful friends here and I have got through some hard times here. It is important not to view your return as a failure of healing, but a aid toward healing when you need it. AS can be a very supportive place for survivors and you deserve to feel heard and supported. tulip

Welcome Back @awi Glad you found your password.

Hi and welcome to AS Gabrielle. This is a good place to come to find support and understanding. Glad to be a part of your healing journey.

@Here2Heal Welcome to AS! I am glad you are here and I'm sorry that you are hurting. Lots of people understand that pain here and are compassionate and kind. tulip/deb

I wrote this email July 27, 2008 as a update to my T, who promised to read them while he was on vacation. I lived with my family then and it was pure hell. I had just joined AS, a move that saved my life and gave me a voice. Most of my posts here on AS from back then have been destroyed during the big server crash (es). Some segments of this email is my responses to topics I answered other on but no names will be used. in so much pain I am hurting so bad, I never hurt so bad before i just wanted to be cared for and loved okay i am a beacon for the wounded and the broken that's how I was found not long ago I thought I could spot a wounded spirit easier than most Now I paying for this arrogance every survivor IS NOT your friend I said it to someone here today I didn't listen to myself when I was a kid before I just saw the good and swallowed the bad I'm an adult (for the most part) I look for the good and think I'm bad kid- never thought what was bad was really toxic good and what appeared godly and good was really veiled evil dad mom adult- now able to see her childish mistake about family tries to build another one among close friends same deal -she never learns until too late I feel like I've just been through the most elaborate, the most intense mindf*** of all I just couldn't see until now And I am afraid some of you will understand my rantings, some won't I assure you I'm not crazy just tired and wounded I never saw any of the coming - I guess that's life for ya as that Van Halen song Jump goes you gotta roll with punches til you get to what's real (that one's for you Jazz) Damn Can a child still love their abuser? I am a survivor of CSA. Even though I am 39 yrs. old I still love my father, I hate myself because I do. Early on I was a Daddy's girl. He is the first man I ever loved. I was proud of him and wanted to be like him. But somehow he lost it and broke me, I've been coping and making repairs constantly ever since. I repressed those horrible memories because I think it would have been too hard to hug him, laugh at his lame jokes, I wanted to be wanted because I always felt unwanted. Somehow he made me want to be touched by him in that way, and years later I feel totally perverted when I think about how he sometimes made by body feel. And it hurts. So sometimes I SI to get him out of me. I chose to hate myself so intensely because the alternative was hating him with all my might. I love him now even though most of the memories are back or coming back and I am slowly getting better. He is in a nursing home and I can't fake it anymore, so I rarely go see him. second verse same as the first, but better. Forgive me if I'm a little long ** but I have to tell A lot has transpired since I entered this post - time is going faster than the speed of light it seems. I left out the reason I love my father... . He was once a little boy. Innocent, laughing and loving life and God. He tells me this story of him praying in a field as a young boy, he didn't explain why, but a terrible storm was coming in. I was reading Louise Day's book "You can heal your life" where she encourages one to look at their parents as a small young child, and come to some forgiveness for that child. I saw my mother as a girl. But was unable to visualize my father, and I became furious and threw the book across the room. I have not read that book since. But it triggered something in me and slowly I began to see him as that boy in the field alone, a violent storm quickly approaching, his mother running, calling him frantically to come inside. A tornado was coming. No one ever saw that the invisible tornado had already came and took the boy. My father was sexually abused by some man he knew. I think the first person he told was his angry suicidal daughter who told him of her repressed abuse by a neighbor, in which he replied get over it. It was me. I ranted telling him he had f**ked up everything in his whole life because of it. I almost confronted him about abusing me, but even through my anger I was terrified. I drove off in anger. I planned to cut all ties with him even if it meant dividing the family. Days later he followed me from the store begging me to talk to him, I ignored him and for two blocks he rolled behind me. I could not stay angry for some reason, a week later I found him outside my apt. I made a truce, I was not finished fighting the war. A few years later I confronted him again this time I was direct. He lied and was so convincing I forced myself to think I was the perverted daughter, much to my current T's relief. But that did not hold and I knew in my heart without a doubt it was true. Once again my world shattered. And sibling took sides to this day I think they most are on his, I am alone. I've been through a lot of therapy and at some point the anger parted like the Red sea and let in understanding, and it's companion pain. This is when I saw the boy. Who grow up and had the little girl he loved who was me. I think my father was a survivor time bomb. When I was SA by the neighbor I think somehow he saw my shame which was a reflection of his own, and he snapped, and exploded all over me. He physically, mentally and spiritually abused my brothers and sisters, I think I (and maybe a sister) were the only ones he touched sexually. Every few years during the course of my life, I would have a reoccurring nightmare about a horde of angry tornadoes chasing me. A tornado in a dream means turbulence somewhere in your life. I did not put this together until today, when a chain of events knocked me off kilter. I love my father because he was once that boy,the man I hated. There was no therapy for a little Black abused boy in rural Mississippi in the 40's. He almost had no chance of diffusing that bomb inside him. And that makes me very sad. Maybe I can find forgiveness in this wisdom and diffuse my own. Thank you for allowing me to post this. I hope it helps someone. (Esp our male survivors) things are moving scary fast today started off well I was confident, that I would have little impact from your absence. I was sure my troops were assembling around my camp ready to engage in battling the evil forces of deborah's shame. I was wrong. Impact was felt. I cannot explain the whole thing here as it is still and ever developing, so keep biting those nails for the next post. BTW- I called and called for the back up T to no avail. Was it me??? I hope this made some sense. I barely edited this because this is where I was at the time. Thank you for reading this far. tulip