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Thus ends the longest week of my life.

Started by Elsa, February 17, 2013, 10:05:33 PM

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Elsa

Hey Everyone!

Thank you all for the support! The last 7-9 days have been amongst the worst in my life and I am sure things are just going get more difficult.
But I don't know how or when but I am somehow going to make it through this hell.

So far in the last 9 days I've tried to kill myself and for some dumb reason still be alive. I've been rejected by my parents who have told me I have until June to move out. I've been expecting this but desperately hoping that it wouldn't happen but I guess I should have known better since my parents are extremely conservative and would probably prefer seeing me dying, begging or prostituting myself on the road than being myself or being happy. They've been polite to me since then and still giving me food which is something better than being thrown out.

I've been laughed at by a lot of people and made to feel like a complete worthless piece of ->-bleeped-<-. I've been told by my BFF that I am hurting others around me and embarrassing her by wanting to be a woman. That conversation was the longest 30 minutes of my life and hurt me so badly that I ran off home leaving the work immediately and I was crying my heart out for the next 2-3 hours.

I got my leaves cancelled and got yelled at by colleague for no fault of my own when I was on leave.

I then went and got my hair chopped - it's a lot shorter - still long but a lot shorter and very short in the back.  I like the hair cut since it's not a guys hair cut and I don't have to spend an hour trying to somehow get the hair in place only to have it go completely out of place 10 minutes later. I miss having longer hair though.

Then person who has my MMPI test results has gone on leave - so no therapy or test results till next month.
I have been wondering about a lot of things in my life. I've let a lot of people treat me like ->-bleeped-<- maybe that's because I've been raised thinking that people who treat me like crap - actually care about me.

Like my parents for example - they say they care a lot about me - and given the fact that I probably am autistic or have ADD/ADHD or some sort of learning disorder because of which I just could not study as a kid and it took me ages to react to something someone said to me and I am always out of place and sync in a verbal conversation unless I get extremely upset. At one point when I was in school - I guess I was 8 or 9 years old then, I was questioned about being bad at communicating - I broke down and told the teacher who asked me about it that I was slow (my exact words) and was crying for a while - and I wasn't on HRT then.  So keeping that in mind and how much they've pushed me to study and trying succeeding in life that I am grateful. But I wonder about their methods. When I was a kid my mom would often burn me with matchsticks and candles and would often pour hot wax onto me. Once she even chased me around the house with a burning newspaper until I hid under a table - then she followed me and cornered me under the table and put the burning newspaper an inch away from my face and told me to study. Then there were the times she put a used garbage bin on my head along with anything inside it whenever I would not complete a question in an exam especially my maths exams. She did this several times until one day I grabbed the bin and put it on her head and ran away as fast as I could. These were things she did to me while I was alone - except for the bin part when she would do it to humiliate me. With both my brother and me - she would hit us with canes and sticks and bamboo's -that would be illegal to use even on animals - even my guitar was  broken on my head - and would make us kneel on salt in front of an altar of Jesus until our knees were sore for ages. But then there were times that she even went ahead and begged someone to teach me so I would not fail my board exams (sort of like SATs - and important since the marks on them are used for everything from jobs to determine which  college you join), She even sat all day trying to teach me when I was a kid. And took me to the hospital when she saw me get hit by huge cricket bat on my head when I was 4 - I got 17 stitches out there and my mom didn't leave my side. Then there's my dad who knew and approved of the stuff my mom did to me. And would even intervene and start hitting us if he felt that we were not taking her seriously. And did I mentioned that my dad is HUGE and has used to be body builder? so his kicks and hits would be very painful. Yet he would often starve or go on a diet to make sure we had food to eat.

Then there were my "friends" in school - there were some who have used me as target practice for BB guns and hit me in my private parts for fun. I had to learn 3 different types of martial arts to reverse things to go from being bullied to the one who would bully anyone who irritated her or bothered her. I still hate to this very day almost everyone except for about few people from my school and the fact that I had to go to an all guys school made me very angry and at one point asked by someone who guessed I was trans - why was I using the guys toilet.

Well that was me contemplating my life  - Oh can I get a blog? it would be nice to have something that I could use to organize things in my head. I am really sorry for ranting and gratefull if you have read this. Anyways I got to run else would be late for work.

edit: edited for spacing
Sometimes when life is a fight - we just have to fight back and say screw you - I want to live.

Sometimes we just need to believe.
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Arch

Damn, I'm glad you made it through the week. Listen, the next time you get the urge to do yourself in, please, please, PLEASE call one of the hotlines we've posted, or come and leave a message in the forums or go into chat. We want you around for a long, long time.

I think you have to request blogs in a special section. Let me look into that for you.
"The hammer is my penis." --Captain Hammer

"When all you have is a hammer . . ." --Anonymous carpenter
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Arch

"The hammer is my penis." --Captain Hammer

"When all you have is a hammer . . ." --Anonymous carpenter
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V M

Hi Alexia6

I won't get into it deeply but I was also abused quite a bit as a child and first attempted suicide at a very young age and have made various subsequent attempts over the years, some which have landed me waking up in the hospital

I decided to seek help and still do

Stay with us my friend, we are here for you

Hugs

V M

The main things to remember in life are Love, Kindness, Understanding and Respect - Always make forward progress

Superficial fanny kissing friends are a dime a dozen, a TRUE FRIEND however is PRICELESS


- V M
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Zumbagirl

Are you in a position where you could live on your own? Do you have the right kind of skills to be able to provide for yourself for the rest of your life? If you do, then move out as soon as possible and make your own way in the world.  Get a room mate if you need to, cheap apartment, anything is preferable to abuse.

The only time the abuse will ever end is when you yourself stop it, and that can be really hard. I assume you are seeing a therapist. If you are, then you should bring this all up with your therapist. I know this sounds drastic, but have you ever considered taking the abuse public, maybe even pressing charges? I am also a survivor of childhood abuse and grew up with non understanding, incompassionate religious zealots. When my mom used to catch me dressed up like a girl, she would sit me down on the kitchen table and I couldn't leave and had to sit there for hours while I was constantly insulted for hours on end. At the end I would be drowning in my own tears and didn't really even want to live. But I did. I did eventually tell my parents all the abuse and shame that laid at the feet of a child. I could go on for hours at what they did to me, but the fact is, I am still here, I am not afraid to tell my story anymore because I am the victim not the abuser, and eventually I was able to confront them with the abuse as well. In many ways, in going through this with my therapist I began to realize that what my mother had done to me was worse than the sexual abuse I had suffered. If I saw them now, I would let them have it for hours, maybe it might even be some satisfaction for me as well.

It can be really hard to confront abuse, I know myself because there is a huge power difference, and these are after all your parents. Maybe they thought they were doing the right thing, but abuse is abuse, and it needs to stop, and you being dead is not the right answer.
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Devlyn

Big hug! I'm sorry about your situation, and glad you haven't done anything drastic. Just let us know a name for your blog, and we'll set it right up. Getting your thoughts out can be very helpful. Hugs, Devlyn
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kelly25

Glad you made it through the week and are still alive.
Don't let people laughing get to you  some people don't have amy respect for others there is no reason to be ashamed of who are its your life not there do what makes you happy
And you are not hurting any one around you by being who you are
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big kim

You survived,you won they lost stand tall and proud heroine.It will get better
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Elsa

Thanks Everyone!!! Am glad am not alone and I am really happy to be a part of this site. Thank you all soooo very much.

You all made my day!

Sometimes when life is a fight - we just have to fight back and say screw you - I want to live.

Sometimes we just need to believe.
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Elsa

I guess I should mention that I've been asked by them to be back home by 10 each night.

Also my BFF and I have patched things up - she was really upset when she realised how much I was upset. Apparently what got to her was people laughing at me and the fact that she felt helpless to stop it.
Sometimes when life is a fight - we just have to fight back and say screw you - I want to live.

Sometimes we just need to believe.
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