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I've written and deleted this so many times. Buried it deep down. Ran from it. Tried to forget. I can't hide from it any longer. This is my story. Don't let anyone silence you. I'll start from the beginning. I'm from a very involved family. On the surface its easy to be misguided into thinking we are a perfect family. We were raised devoted Catholics and my father works in the Medical field. My mother is a full time stay at home wife/mom during our childhood. I have a twin brother. I don't know when the grooming and manipulation began. But it was engraved in me and my brother so deep we totally accepted what our parents taught us. We were isolated and sheltered from the world. We were home schooled by our mother. The bible was something my parents used to twist our young innocent minds growing up. I was told I was an amazingly important girl. A princess. I was so important that God sent my brother to serve and protect me. My purpose was to grow up strong and healthy to become a mom of our future savior. God had told my parents. I was special. Our family was special. We weren't like everyone else and our secrets had to stay between our walls. Most of my memories are fuzzy until around 4ish. But nudity was something we grew up accepting. I remember dad coming home from work and always being in a rush to get naked. Bare. I remember always running to greet Daddy and hugging him. My face basically in his crotch. My mother did a lot of weird things to me. Things that even as a little girl I questioned. My parents were obsessed with delaying my puberty. I wasn't allowed to eat anything processed. I would cry that my brother got to eat anything he wanted but I couldn't. I couldn't drink milk from cows. I couldn't even drink water out of plastic bottles. Only filtered water. I don't think I had my first taste of ice cream until I was 14. TRIGGERING INFORMATION!!!! i don't really know how to say it so I'll just try my best.Being sexual was normal to me and my brother. It was the same as learning math or science. My mother would always kiss me and my brother on the lips. I still have vivid memories of her tongue exploring my mouth. Me and my brother would practice for her. But the main rule my brother was taught was he couldn't touch me until I had my first red flow or growth(my period) I envied my brother for his freedom. I was constantly being taught by my Mom things we have to do if I want to grow like she was. She was my mom. I never questioned her. She'd constantly take pictures of me and my brother. Me learning what my nipples were for. and making me practice sucking hers. I remember being jealous of the attention she gave my brother and his medicine giver. I hated that I didn't get her attention and didn't get why I wasn't allowed to touch my special spot. I remember her insisting on watching me poop and she always wiped me. I remember for my 5th birthday my parents said I was going to learn how to nurture my body so I can be healthy. that girls have to take medicine at least once a day to be strong. I was 5 when my mother showed me how to use daddy's wand. *mod edit* I literally just wanted to make him happy. up until that point in my life my father rarely gave me all the physical want and need I craved. Oh how naive and innocent I was. *mod edit*if I got into any kind of trouble after this I would be threatened of not getting my medicine for the day. reminded that I could die if I missed days without it. He loved to punish me and manipulate me by hurting my brother. This went on until my brother started going through puberty. I cried because he could grow hair on his special spots but I couldn't yet. I remember all the pictures we had to take of my body when I started to get breasts. when I started budding on my nipples I remember mom and my dad would help them grow by pinching and squeezing them. My mom started taking medicine from my brother as I would from my dad. I had my first period when I was 14 years old. My mom taught me how I was ready to be a woman. I'm still scarred thinking back to the ritual we did. I had to spread my blood all over my body. *mod edit*My father never tried to have penetrative sex with me. I remember as I got older figuring out things. I knew things we did were different but I still believed I had a purpose. My brother was abused physically as we grew older. We begged to be able to go to public schools. My brother started self inflicting pain to himself. As I developed my father started taking me with him to special events to show the world that God's plan was ready. he bought me lingerie. thongs. I still remember being told that I was never allowed to wear a bra because my perfect breasts needed to stay perky. so basically from 15-16ish my dad would take me to secret meetings. later learned it was just dirty underground sex cults or something. I would be paraded around random strangers. I didn't like the way I felt when he took me there. My brother committed suicide when I was 18. 4 days before our 18th. My parents actually took it really hard. Things seemed to stop. I got accepted to a university and I seriously couldn't of been less prepared for life. I remember asking my dad if id be alright without my medicine daily. It's not so much I really thought I'd die. I honestly at that time enjoyed the intimacy I had with my dad. As sick as it sounded. I quickly learned I was socially awkward. I had an over stimulated sex drive. I quickly experimented with drugs in college. learned that I wasn't special as I was told. I remember the day I found all my dads files of me growing up. I started dating a guy. Basically my illusion I made to shelter myself disapeared. I fell into depression. I stopped talking to my parents. I thought about killing myself. I met my husband at a festival my junior year in college. I'm so ashamed of who I am. I became someone else. he has no idea the magnitude of the damage and pain I carry every day. I insisted that our wedding be small. I told him that my dad was in jail and couldn't be there. his family is so pure and have truly made me feel as much of me as I can be. I haven't spoken to my parents in over 6 years. I'm pregnant. a baby girl. My husband went behind my back and reached oout and found my father. I felt my heart drop when I was surprised by my parents showing up to meet us. I was so prepared to just scream. expose them. And all I could do was smile. I had so much emotion going through my head. I couldnt let my husband know I'm this damaged. I pretended everything was fine. I'm okay pretending. but I'm afraid of my daughter being around them. I will not let them ever see her. I'm torn. idk what to do anymore and I'm losing myself all over again. Behind my husbands back ive started taking xanax to cope. Should I forgive my parents?, My mother is a full time stay at home wife/mom during our childhood. I have a twin brother. I don't know when the grooming and manipulation began. But it was engraved in me and my brother so deep we totally accepted what our parents taught us. We were isolated and sheltered from the world. We were home schooled by our mother., Re: A mother with guilt by seabreezeblue » Sat Mar 14, 2015 6:58 pm vent/talk as much as you like.. it's your space here and i'm reading. I love that your son has clearly got a good heart and is praying for the abuse to not happen again. what happened to the video recording that you made? Can you give that to the police?.
We are 4 members mom ,dad, me and my younger brother. we all love each others but don't show.we all live together but me and my dad don't talk too much. we talk 3-4 times within month even though we live in same house.the same relationship is with my brother. i daily talk to my mom but only when i need her help ( for food, water etc)., I also told the whole story my other cousin (my aunt's son) when he asked why I was in therapy, I thought I could trust him, he was very supportive too. But even after the loved ones tried to comfort me I still feel like $#%^ and I can't just move on. 2 days ago my sister told me she loves me., he said to me "it's just a little game its ok". the next day I was confused thinking why did he do that and do I tell my mom? so, I decided to tell my mom as soon as I told her everything, she told me "don't worry it's my turn tonight" although I was still confused at the time I always listened to my mom because well I'm her son and children , Freud said that if either a son or daughter fails to identify with the same sex parent, they may become homosexual. I feel like this holds true among lesbians I've seen., by ConfusedAndAfraidGuy » Thu Jan 11, 2018 5:40 pm How can I know I'm not a pedo? I mean I got turned on hard by a daddy/son gay video which was legal and all but the younger person looked like he couldve been 15. Normally I don't get turned on fast. It's like my brain thinks I'm a pedo while I don't desire children and fall in love with adults., Hi I'm Jessika I have 3 kids 8,6 & 3. I'm very aware of sexual abuse my dad was abused for years so I've always been very adamant about warning my kids I just NEVER thought to warn them about a 6 year old!!! Here's a little back ground on the neighbor boy ( T ). He is 6 & has been saying inappropriate things for awhile now foe example he was at another neighbors house and asked the dad if he .