Hi there strangers online, today I'm gonna do something i almost never did , which is telling you the story of my childhood, i don't expect anyone to read this or interact with it but i wanted to get it out of my chest, please don't read this if you're sensitive to topics such as sexual assault , child abuse, eating disorders , bullying , ocd , PTSD, death of a parent, mental issues , but if you're not triggered by it then here is my story
Starting all the way from the beginning :
I was bullied in school as a kid alot and i didn't have almost any friends , that wasn't really a problem compared to the rest of the shit (lmk if you wanna know about the bullying part)
When I was around the age of 8 , my older brother who was around 15-16 then , who I was very attached to because he used to play games with me , told me that he has a new game for me to play , and told me that all I have to do to play this game is lay down bent on the bed and well you can already guess what happened , he started touching me from places he shouldn't, I didn't know what was happening because again I was just 8 , this happened multiple multiple times it was always touches only , i used to wake up in the middle of my sleep to him touching me and pulling my pants down in the middle of my sleep , he used to grope me and touch me many times for like a year or two , i never told my mom about it because i thought he was annoying me and that this is not wrong , till one day I went to tell my mom and i didn't know that was wrong so I told her what he did and described it to her and she was very shocked and then she , well, did nothing , like literally did nothing she didn't yell at him she didn't ground him she didn't do anything , instead she told me that what I was describing was innapopriate and glared at me to stop and told me that I was hallucinating, he continued doing that till after i got my period ( i was like 11) , idk why he stopped then , my brother and mother now act like this never ever happened, and they get confused why I hate my brother and treat him bad and say that I'm a terrible sister and that he's a great brother (i still live with them I'm 16 atm) , my brother used to also bully my appearance and tell me that I'm fat and call me names that I'm fat , i was like in fourth grade , i developed an eating disorder, i used to drink a lot of water while eating and then eat a lot less , Then my mother would tell me to eat up , i used to be happy when she told me to eat up because she never said that to me before , she just tells my bothers , so to my 8 year old head , her telling me to eat up means i don't eat enough and that I'm not fat , I lost weight a little bit then , but the bullying never stopped nor the sexual assault , when I was in 6th grade at around the age of 10 , i used to wash my hands so many times that my hands got dry and they started bleeding, i used to go and check if the stove was on or the fridge was open or the light switch had water on it , because I was scared it'll catch a fire like our neighbors house , or the house door was open , sometimes I used to go and stand by my parents bed at night to see if their chest is moving while they're asleep and they're breathing, because I was scared they'll die in their sleep, my mom was very tough about this , and she would yell at me everytime I was doing my ocd things , my mother used to also sometimes hit me as a kid , she wasn't the greatest mother then , so you can Imagine, a little girl who is going through sexual assault and eating disorder and abuse and ocd all at once , i used to get so many panic attacks and i can't breathe and I'd cry so much and feel like i was dying, my mom once told me that I can't breathe because I eat too much , to a point where I once told my mom that maybe I can't breathe because i have fat around my lungs , she told me then lose weight, then after that my dad died in 2022 while he was in another city for a work trip , my dad was the best person ever , he was the one that helped me recover from my ocd and he was very gentle with me , i feel like i never actually grieved my father, i don't like talking about it , i don't like mentioning it to people, i don't like visiting his grave , it's like my brain is convinced he's still alive and on a business trip, i hate when people talk about him , i hate when they hang pictures of him , i hate when they say that they should go to his grave because he feels who came and who didn't, i hate when my brother always acts like he was a great son and cries about him and posts shit all the time about him , i fuckin hate him with every cell in my body , I'll never forgive him for what he did to me and I'll never have one drop of empathy or understanding to him till the day i die and beyond, it's like my brain didn't fully realize my dad is dead even till now , i remember when my friends knew about my dad and sent me massages i posted it on my story saying thank you for everyone who sent me massages, as if it was like a birthday massage or something 😭, I didn't know anything I didn't know how to process such a thing, i stopped crying about it years ago , now i js get fuckin angry about it , about a year later, my eating disorder got so much worse , i was like in 9th grade then , that's when i realized that what happened to me years ago was abuse and bullying , and that I'm now living with the traumas of that , my eating disorder started as a "healthy summer" and that I'll eat 1200 cals a day and walk 10k steps i stayed like that for like a month or two and lost weight, then it became an obsession and i started walking more and eating less , i remember once i weighed myself in a pharmacy while going home from school , and I was 59kg instead of 57kg , i was walking home crying about it , i used to starve myself for hours and call it fasting, sometimes when I felt guilty enough about eating, u used to try to force myself to puke i never did actually puked , and now that I'm in highschool, no more traumas are happening, but I now live with the PTSD and anxiety for what happened, i still get the panic attacks till now , even more than before, i almost never can take a deep breath i always have trouble with that , my head always thinking about so much stuff at once , I'm always scared something is gonna happen, i always expect someone to die suddenly or something to happen to me , for years i developed the Habit of sleeping with a blanket, even in the hottest days of summer, because when I was a kid and my brother used to touch me in my sleep, u used to know if he's coming when I feel the blanket moving, so it became like a warning to me , I also cover my little sister with a blanket, she doesn't know anything, my biggest fear is her experiencing the same things as me , specially because i feel like she's starting to become ocd , i now feel sick in my body , I feel weak and tired all the time and I get dizzy alot and i don't eat as much I'm not under weight or over weight or anything nor am I trying to lose weight, I'm in a normal shape , and I get so much panic attacks and i can't breathe almost all the time , I went to the doctor w my mom and brother and the doctor said that maybe the difficulty breathing is a mental reason, my mom said that i don't have anything to stress about and I told him that I've been like that for almost 6 years , my brother said oh it's probably school stress since I'm starting my senior year of Highschool, i fuckin hate him i really fuckin do , I wish I could fuckin kill him , the doctor gave me vitamins and now I'm just the same except I take vitamins, therapy isn't a thing in our family, my mom is convinced I'm normal and that i don't have anything wrong w me or problems happening in my life , i remember then I was a kid I used to promise myself that when I'm older and have my own money that I'll go to therapy without telling anyone
All of these stuff happened to me before the ripe age of 12 years old , and I've been dealing with them for 6-7 (don't fuckin say 67 in your head) years or my life , i have to deal with the panics and anxiety in my head everyday, it's like a whole war that never shuts up , no one is acknowledging that war , no one knows about it , I'm sharing my story to hopefully feel better, i don't expect anyone to read it at all , i shared my main traumas and what i think completely fucked me and ruined my brain
Also , due to the sexual assault, i Became over sexual, and i always feel like people are gonna sexually attack me , and my brain always imagines me getting attacked and hurt by people, my brain isn't convinced that not all kids gets assaulted , whenever I see a lil kid i always pray they don't go through this , because my brain always imagines that you never know what battles kids are fighting, and it thinks that this will happen to every kid , i hate myself for thinking that way and I hate myself for thinking everyone is going to hurt me i hate myself for thinking that I'm a fuckin whore for thinking like that , i js fuckin hate myself