Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Of Mermaids and Memories...

The smell of Rainbath in the air as I enter the bathroom and I hesitate, but the sound of water in the pipes brings ice to my veins as memories return like a flood right when I really don't need to be remembering more abuse...

Maybe it was just the details getting a but clearer...? Me trying to stop the abuse or ignore it with a game in my head, in my imagination, just escaping.

Even when I think I've found good relationships, I question just how healthy they are, because I silently let myself suffer things that cause great pain or duress without even speaking up sometimes because I'm so used to just being beaten for trying to say something... or even being told to be quiet for the umpteenth time, I bite my tongue.

But even before that, my sister and cousin fucked me up savagely. Molesting me and even going so far as to put extreme insertion and vaginal and anal impaling in my head as young as 9.... forcing me to "masturbate" for them. Which I had NO idea wtf that was at the time... so... it was just further molestation.

My sister was a teen... god she was like 14 by then, she KNEW better.... just... fml kmn.

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I'm returning to this a few days later after going camping. I'm sure that my sister suffered something to make her behave the way she did towards me, but, it left indelible scars that I don't know if I want to have anything to do with, esp after things said in the last year.

I didn't want to go back to IL and the reason I didn't say anything about going away to the Sequoia National Park was because I was planning to kill myself. If no one knew where I was, no one would be able to send help... I'd find somewhere with no cell signal and OD with booze and pills. (Specific pills that I won't mention, because I don't want to give ideas, but I'm a pharmacy technician with many medications, that are easily abusable in a self harm sense. I would know.) Out in nowhere I wouldn't find a metal bedpost to konk my head on and vomit the contents of my stomachs as the hit renders me unconscious, too. I wanted no getting lucky this time.

But then a friend's family kind of made me ...realize there was more. That even if I become homeless again, I need to keep struggling. I'll face my fears and somehow come thru either alive or not... and if not and I tried, well, I tried.