between 3 and 6 I was sexually abused by my uncle. His name still makes me feel like vomiting. It takes me ages to trust anyone with his name or red hair. What a ratbag. He used to show off and give my brothers presents so he could use that emotionally against me. Plus he used to put a belt in the room to suggest punishment in case of non compliance. My mum used to belt us so I strongly used to connect that up in my mind and hated my mum and told her so at 4. She belted me for that. He used to tell me that if I bled I could just put a bandaid there. Needless to say bandaids make me want to vomit. I used to talk about it to anybody I could find who would listen and I self harmed early in life. Later a priest sexually abused me and when I tried to tell a nun she slapped me in the face and sent me to psychology sessions. So I am against the Catholic Church and its condoning practices. My uncle was a catholic and they have no power to influence a person for good. My eldest brother was witness to some of the abuse and ended up having great psychological problems.Hes dead now.
well I might add to this another time but for now ...hang in there all you survivors out there.Some time it doesnt feel like surviving We dont belong in the bin we can be there for others.