I am not even sure why I am here. Maybe because I finally realize that I need help. For the last couple of weeks I have been ready to just end my life. I am so tired of being in pain from something that happened so many years ago. I feel like my pain isn't justified. I shouldn't be letting this affect me so much.
I was fine until around two years ago. Fine by my own definition anyways. My younger sister called me up one night in June. She was crying. She asked me "Did he do it to you as well?" and I knew instantly what she was talking about. My grandmother's husband is who she was referring to. Sexually abusing me is what she was referring to. I had always known it happened to my older sister as well, he would hurt us both at the same time. But I was always in denial and hoped it hadn't happened to the younger one. She is 5 years younger than me. I could have prevented it from happening to her but I didn't. I didn't protect my sister.
I also don't know exactly what happened. There are a few instances that I remember. One of him touching me and one of him touching himself in front of me. I also know that he would watch porn in front of myself and my older sister. Although this literally just came back to me as I was typing this. I think that it really wasn't that bad, there are so many people who went through so much worse than me. Both of my sister's remember being raped. I don't. I don't know if that means that it didn't happen to me or that I have just blocked it out. I prefer not to think about it. I question why I didn't tell. Why nobody knew. He never threatened to do anything, just said that my grandma would be angry if we told.
We ended up calling my father and telling him. He immediately called my grandmother who made the man leave. We didn't press charges. Me and the older sister are outside of the statute of limitations. My younger sister chose not to because it would financially ruin my grandmother if she did. The first thing my mother asked when I told her is "Why bother bringing this us up now, so many years later?" I don't know that I will ever be able to forgive her for saying those words to me as I was crying and attempting to confide in her.
I have so much anger. So much sadness. I have ruined every relationship that I have been in. Whether this is related or simply is me being ###$ in the head in general, I don't know. I probably never will. Things have gotten worse over the last couple of months. Every day I can't get those memories out of my head. I have turned to using pain pills when it is really bad. they are the only thing that make me feel somewhat normal. I recently bought some off of a "friend." Between that and what was prescribed to me for something else, I would have enough to do it. I have seriously considered it. I have a child. She is the only thing that has kept me holding on but every day I feel more and more like I am losing my battle. I went to the state run mental health facility since I don't have insurance. They turned me away because of my drug usage. Told me that they don't know if my symptoms are because of the drugs or if they are real. I yelled at them and told them that the drugs did not cause the memories. They are the only thing that helps.
It seems as if the only way for me to get help is to actually try to kill myself. I'm lost, hopeless, have no support in real life. My internet friends provide more support than my family. I asked my aunt today for help with a doctor. She could easily afford to. She told me to go to a support group. While that may help sometime in the future, that is not what I need now. I don't know what to do. How to help myself.




