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survivornow

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  1. survivornow

    Breaking the Silence

    Finally let it out, called the police on my parent who abused me, raped me multiple times from when I was 4 -about 9 years old. Physical and psychological beatings from before then til I was 11 and taken from home by Childrens Aid. I cannot even begin to explain how much of a weight was lifted when I called, it was like I didn't have to keep "their" secret anymore. It felt like I finally honoured my (raging broken)inner child who wanted to be free. Until I let it out I would rage and drink and cry all the time, depression permeated my existence. This was my brokenness wanting to be ackno
  2. Wow, Sorry to hear what you're going through. This has been my experience since, well, I guess since I was abused this has been my way of life (I was abused as a child before since I can remember til 11yrs old when taken away by Childrens Aid), I haven't known a different way of being - free of this endless introspection and fear. Sorry you are facing it now, hoping there is a better way to be, around the corner. Believing with the healing and finally sharing, that I can be whole again too. Wishing and praying for your healing. Take care.
  3. Thanks for sharing your painful experience, it takes a lot of courage to let it out, I know. I'm sure I could say all the wrong things right now, as I try really hard to say something meaningful and helpful to you. Everything that popped into my head sounded cliche. So, until I think of something better, I just want you to know, I care, and I'm not the only one. I wish I could share a coffee and a few tears with you. Life gets easier when you have someone to talk to. I spent close to 20 years in my own psychological prison. Sharing is the first step to freedom. Praying for you "aperson".
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