Childhood combat fatique

[Saharason]

Content removed at member's request June 16, 2017.  Note that the thread will not make much sense because of this. 

Kizzie

[Three Roses]

Hello and welcome! Thanks for joining, I'm looking forward to hearing more from you. Glad you're here! 

[Three Roses]

I'm so glad you are here and talking. Whatever, whenever you have anything to post here, I'll be reading.

It can be difficult to talk about our pasts, I know. Someday I'll get around to putting mine on here I just want you to know how sorry I am that young boy who was you went thru such horrors. The general populace can't relate, but most of us here can, to some degree; we will listen to your stories, and validate your feelings and the effect your past had made on your present. Thanks for being here! 

[alchemist]

(TRIGGER WARNING - Graphic content)

I was dragged through the freezing streets of New York City from  ages 5-12 in the middle of the night several nights per week by my maternal progenitor, whenever she needed Psychopathic stimulation and  told by her that my father who loved me most and never hurt me intentionally "would kill me if I didn't go with [her]." 

She wanted company in her psychotic little game.  THAT is how little she cared for my needs.  She did not cook for me, dress me, teach me anything and told me she was "done raising her kids" when I was four. She was jealous that my father preferred me.  He always talked about how brilliant and beautiful I am.  She did not care if I got any sleep only that she had company while walking the frigid streets alone, satisfied with the spiteful knowledge that she was depriving my father of Me.  She didn't care about Me.. My father begged me not to leave each time and One night I said to her-"NO!  I am NOT going.  I see your little game and I am sick of you and it!"  I went back into the house with my father and saw him on his knees crying.  I stayed at home that night of course without incident.  I hated my mother and that reinforced my knowledge since I was four and called her the "sea hag" when she would go into psychopathic rages against Me, that she is evil. I know when she leaves this planet along with my sister they are going to transform into a lower energy form.

She drove my father insane from drinking because he is an empathic person and turned to alcohol because he was too weak to leave her.  She manipulated him telling him he needed her when she was a secretary nothing more.  He is brilliant and had a cushy mid 6 figure salary! He never treated me the way he treated my psychopath mother and narcissist sisters.  Combat fatigue?  I'm a veteran 1000 times over. Nice to meet you.

[Kizzie]

I have removed some posts and edited others in this thread because they were much too graphic and defamed certain cultures or groups of people, both of which contravenes our guidelines.  Please tell your story but don't do so in graphic detail (and if you're not sure include a trigger warning), and refrain from referring to any culture/group of people in a overly derogatory or hate-filled manner.  To do so is to recreate the negative environment we grew up in and are trying to move out of towards a more positive life for ourselves. Focus instead on recovery.  What have you done to move out of the pain and trauma or what do you intend to do? 

We've all been through our own versions of * and it is triggering to read this kind of post so please respect the feelings of others on this board.  Yes, you need to feel free to speak your truth, but as part of a community you must be considerate of those who bear witness to your pain here and how they may feel reading your story. 

Thank you,

Kizzie

[Three Roses]

It's all about recovery ♡

We are all learning.

[Kizzie]

Note: All of Saharson's posts have been removed at the member's request this date. The thread will not make sense because of this.

Kizzie