*WARNING - I'm gonna say this as best I can but there will be triggers about sexual abuse*
I don't know how this has happened, I don't know why they're sharing with me now out of the blue but I am starting to remember things and I don't like it and I don't know how to deal with it.
It started with a friend of the family talking about his Father who had abused his sister when they were younger. I felt terrified, I could feel Emmy and Jez shaking and crying and I had no idea what was happening. Every now and then the subject of Fathers hurting their daughters or my Father in general came up and the same thing happened. I didn't know what was going on. I hate my Father and I know he's a dick and that I'm terrified of him but I never knew why before.
Now all of a sudden out of the blue Emmy is sharing memories with me. Memories of him hitting us when we were small, making us take care of our newborn baby sister while he went off and did whatever he wanted to when our Mother was ill. Memories of us hiding under the bed, in the bathroom, in the wardrobe because we knew he would be coming for us. When he left and moved in with another woman he did the same thing to us just in a different house and no one ever knew. We only got things, books or food, when we had pleased him and if we refused or we cried he wouldn't let us eat.
Then Jez shared memories of a school trip to France that I know I went on but don't remember any of. We shared a room with a girl and 4 boys came in. She left, they locked the door and thought it would be fun to see 'who could ###$ the lesbian'. They touched us, took it in turns, violated us just like Father had.
Guys I don't want these memories. I don't know what to do with them. This is the most I can say about it, I can't even write down any more of what happened. The memories are getting clearer and there are more and more of them that just keep coming. Emmy and Jez are terrified, neither of them will come out because they're hiding. They won't even talk to me I can just feel their pain mixed in with mine. I'm falling apart. I can't stop cutting because it's the only way I know to deal with these feelings. What am I meant to do? I have no one to talk to about this, and I don't even know if anyone would believe me.
I just feel so numb and in so much pain at the same time, how is that even possible? I want to talk but I don't know how and I'm not in therapy or anything so all I have is a few friends and here. I don't even know what I'm asking or what I want... maybe I just needed to get it out I don't know. I have to hug myself at night because I feel like I'm going to fall apart if I don't.
Dark xx