well, i have been waiting for the right time to send in the story of my abuse, but figured there wont ever be a right time. so here goes.....
i am 30, 2 years ago i was raped. i completely cracked up at the time and could no longer keep my 'secret' anymore. i confronted my so called dad and told him i remembered! the first time i remember the abuse was around the age of 4 and i know it went on until at least the age of 9. my so called dad went to court for it and got 6 months!! i actually asked my dad why he did it, and why he beat me and mentally abused me as well, dont really know why i asked that, there can never be a reason for it. one of my brothers also sexually abused me and that went on until i was about 13. i was an alcoholic by the age of 12, was the only way i could find to block things out. i know suffer from really bad bouts of depression, i cannot mix with people at all, i have no friends and my family live nearly 100 miles away. i would really like to have a penfriend from here, who can understand me and what i am going through and hopefully i can be able to be of some support to you too. at the age of 14 i lived on the streets for a couple of years, now i have a roof over my head and a teriffic son, why cant i move on from my past and be happy? how do you ever learn to trust? Joanna