This is a diary about me, about my life, and about the abuse that I suffered. I write not for pity or attention. I write to find my voice and shed light on issues that are too often kept locked away in darkness, deep in the minds of their victims. I have held my secrets for too long, so I share them with you now, both friends and strangers so I can ease some of the weight that i carry on these shoulders.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
I know what your going through
I really hate when people say "I know what your going through". Even In almost identical situations you never completely know what another person is going through because everyone Is affected so differently by the same things. Even more so when the person hasn't dealt with what someone else has In life they can't relate, no matter how much they think they can. You know what I'm going through? Really? Were both of your parents alcoholics? Was your mother a drug addict? Did she die when you needed her? Did your father the person who was sent to care for and love you, sexually and physically abuse you for years while you mother sat by oblivious to it all? Do you suffer from flashbacks and panic attacks regularly? Do you wake up from night mares crying most nights? Does the thought of going to sleep every night make you want to throw up? No? Then you have no idea what I'm going through. But thanks for saying that and further pissing me off.....
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