[Can't Stop Crying]

I overdosed when I was 13, stomach pumped, charcoal cocktail, and sentenced to 30 days in the psych ward. That is where I learned what my father did was sex. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was a secret, but a group therapy session is the first time I learned there was a vocabulary for what was being done...

I told

My mother refused to believe it and said it was my "fantasy", my father denied it and said I had mental health issues, my siblings remained silent.

My father was forced to leave the house and I went to 90 days of day treatment. My mother let him come back. He wasn't supposed to be living there, but no one was stopping him.

The rage from him was explosive. He was an electrician. He set up his own shock treatments for me. Said if I continued to spread these lies, everyone would know how crazy I was and he was only letting me know what the hospital did to liars - shock therapy

I walked into my room. I saw the chair before I saw him. The chair did not belong there. It consumed my mind - why was that chair there? He caught me off guard. It was then I noticed the wires and the fire in his eyes. He stripped me naked, he tied me to the chair, he put the wires on my wrists and ankles. At first it didn't feel like pain, it just felt hot. The heat changed to the pain of a thousand needles racing up my limbs. My heart felt a thud - it did not hurt - it felt heavy - physically.

There were black marks where the wires had been, black marks that wouldn't wash clean. I burned the spots with cigarettes. Erasing the evidence of him.

I don't know how many times he did that - he started pouring ice cold water over me, to make me more conducive. I stopped paying attention and made my mind turn black.

I re-canted

Discharged from day treatment, living with my tormentor, frequent visitor to the hospital, but I did what he wanted - I stopped speaking.

to be continued....

[Sannah]

[Ardmore]

Originally Posted by Can't Stop Crying

I overdosed when I was 13, stomach pumped, charcoal cocktail, and sentenced to 30 days in the psych ward. That is where I learned what my father did was sex. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was a secret, but a group therapy session is the first time I learned there was a vocabulary for what was being done...

I told

My mother refused to believe it and said it was my "fantasy", my father denied it and said I had mental health issues, my siblings remained silent.

My father was forced to leave the house and I went to 90 days of day treatment. My mother let him come back. He wasn't supposed to be living there, but no one was stopping him.

The rage from him was explosive. He was an electrician. He set up his own shock treatments for me. Said if I continued to spread these lies, everyone would know how crazy I was and he was only letting me know what the hospital did to liars - shock therapy

I walked into my room. I saw the chair before I saw him. The chair did not belong there. It consumed my mind - why was that chair there? He caught me off guard. It was then I noticed the wires and the fire in his eyes. He stripped me naked, he tied me to the chair, he put the wires on my wrists and ankles. At first it didn't feel like pain, it just felt hot. The heat changed to the pain of a thousand needles racing up my limbs. My heart felt a thud - it did not hurt - it felt heavy - physically.

There were black marks where the wires had been, black marks that wouldn't wash clean. I burned the spots with cigarettes. Erasing the evidence of him.

I don't know how many times he did that - he started pouring ice cold water over me, to make me more conducive. I stopped paying attention and made my mind turn black.

I re-canted

Discharged from day treatment, living with my tormentor, frequent visitor to the hospital, but I did what he wanted - I stopped speaking.

to be continued....

, , every post you posted made me wish I was there to help you, Good luck to you.