The weird, the bad, and the ugly

Secrets

Very few people are privy to the fact that until age 12, I grew up in a cult.  Both of my parents were members when they met in the mid-70s.  I'm not going to mention their name, simply because I don't want anyone to ever come across this, be curious, and get sucked in.

My parents and I were forever going off to do 'activities,' as they were termed.  My father was a 'leader,' so between his job in the medical field and his duties as a leader, he was scarcely around. Therefore, it became obvious to my mother that she would basically be raising me alone. 

As I'm sure you can imagine, it wasn't the best environment for children who didn't hold hard and fast to the rule, "Don't speak until spoken to." I was much too gregarious and loquacious for a female child and I received many a talking to for not behaving in ladylike fashion. For the most part, I didn't like most of the adults because they weren't usually very friendly. There were exceptions, and I am thankful for that.

My Life

I have no self-esteem left. Beatings, rapes, constant reminders of how stupid, useless, and selfish I am have killed that. I've had to come up with a way to punish myself when I've done something wrong--usually in the eyes of family, since I have no friends. So I just stop eating for days on end. No one here has even noticed--that's how much they pay attention to me.  Since I'm a big girl, it really doesn't matter. I've got plenty of fat stores that need to be used up.  But I MUST punish myself if I'm the problem. 

Alone in the Darkness

Social Anxiety

Fear of Friendship

 I'm old enough to have come to a very ugly milestone in life: I can no !onger say that I have even one friend who I actually, truly trust deep down.  All of them have betrayed me along varying degrees--some of which I NEVER could have imagined.

This is why I don't look to make new friendships.  Eventually, they're just going to rip my heart out in the end, anyway. Why build up happy times to make the pain of betrayal that much worse?

View of the world

Memories

My mother used to be me often and severely until I was approximately 12.  My father pretended to play the"Good Guy" by speaking up and disagreeing. However, on the other hand, not only was he complicit, he was actually the reason I got beaten.

When my father fears a bad reaction or feels he may "get in trouble," he lies. As a kid, he'd break something and blame it on me when mom asked--a beating (with my father suddenly absent) would soon follow. This happened a number of times to the point that my mom eventually told me (after beating me) that she knew he was lying, she just wanted to see his reaction. He didn't protect me, he actively put me in danger. Willingly.

Isolation

I'm bipolar and I have PTSD from IPV and multiple sexual assaults. My BFF lives in Illinois (I'm in the Southeast). He also happens to be my exact opposite-married, kids, good job, responsible as hell.  

 

I don't have health insurance so I can't afford/don't qualify for counseling in my state, so I talk to him about him I'm feeling.  Only, I can't do that anymore because it's really upsetting him. So, unfortunately, that means we're not talking much. And usually only via text.

 

So that is why I started this blog, not caring if anyone else ever reads it. At least I have someone to talk to now.