GreenHairDontCare

@TatteredSunflower Thank you for reading! I hope my inner musings are worth reading. I appreciate the feedback and it’s kind of you to say. I try to stay busy, and taking care of a bunch of animals soothes my soul ❤️ Please feel free to continue reading my musings in the future xoxo

Daily Thoughts (1) *I'm going to try and make this an everyday entry as sort of a diary. Today is January 3rd of 2022. I am currently at work and trying to get through the day, 12 hour shift 7am-7pm, I am on hour 5 out of 12 (Almost halfway there!). Today is my last work day until Saturday. I am a home health aide to a lovely senior couple. However, my days pass slow as they tend to nap a lot and I am O.C.D. about cleaning as I go so I don't have a ton of work to do throughout the day. Because of this, there's plenty of time for thinking (overthinking), remembering things that I don'

"I’m sure the “grooming” they do makes us feel that way…" I feel like that sentence really explains it. Because when you think about it, at least for me, it was my dad. As a child you automatically love your parents. And i guess that familial attachment is why I still care for him. Despite the awful things he did, he's the only father that I'll ever have. But the word "grooming' actually makes sense. Because those with the power to manipulate and force you to do or endure those horrible acts have a hold over us, whether it be fear, authority, or whatever else. It makes you develop a kind

@Mic Thank you so much for your kind words and responding to my blog post! It feels good to get some of it out. And it's nice to be able to talk to others who can have some perspective on it, rather than people just feeling sorry for you. It has been very difficult for sure, especially to have it be my father that did it. I find myself wanting to hate him for what he did to me and to my sister, but at the same time i feel guilty for feeling that way because at the end of the day he is still my dad. I don't know how I should feel. And I don't want him in my life, but I am being forced to b

MY STORY How do I even begin?? I guess I can start off by saying that I was sexually abused/molested from the time I was four (earliest memories of it happening) and it lasted until I was fifteen. That's at the minimum eleven years of sexual trauma. This is so hard to admit out loud. For so many years I have kept this to myself, and I have actually told myself that I would take it to my grave. Why did I tell myself this? Because I was AFRAID. Afraid of: my abuser, telling anyone, not being believed, sympathy, disgust, feeling shame, feeling guilt, others thinking differently

Thank you everyone for your kind words and compassion. I never dreamed of ever getting out of the situation I was in, let alone coming out about what happened and receiving such support and understanding from others. This really touches my heart and makes me feel as if I’m not alone in the aftermath of what happened. Everyone here, I’m sure, knows how the effects of abuse can have on an individual. I know how debilitating and hopeless being abused can make me feel, and I can only guess how much pain and heartache everyone else has had to face. I’m so thankful to be here, and to be ab

Hello, and thank you for accepting me onto this platform! I have thought about finding a group of people who I could converse with and feel accepted and understood for so long now. I would just like to say I am so happy to be here and hopefully can talk about what’s happened to me and maybe lift some of this weight of my shoulders. I was sexually abused as a child and have suppressed it for so long, but in the last year finally came out about it not only to my family, but also to the perpetrator. I look forward to getting to know everyone and being able to share my story. I

Hi Jason, I responded to another post you made a few minutes ago not realizing you had posted this one first. I completely understand you when you say that people have shown you sympathy and not empathy. To be able to say sorry, but not really understand what you are going through is sympathy. But for true empathy, to know what you are going through, to actually have experienced, maybe not exactly the same thing but similar, is completely different. I can honestly say that I know what you are going through, because I feel the same way. I have struggled with depressive thoughts and anxiety