Retelling my story, it is retraumatizing me all over again. It is not easy and distressing but it’s necessary.
This isn’t a pleasant story to tell. What happened to me is something that you would not wish even for your worst enemy. My childhood memories including bracing myself for constant abuse at home, physically, emotionally, and psychologically.
Gaslighted since young that I’m an idiot, I can’t do things right, useless and worthless. I thought that I would die when they locked me in a pitch dark garbage disposal basement. I can’t see a thing be it some ghoulish entities, flies, rats, cockroaches, maggots, etc from the garbage. Make a noise and more beatings will follow. I was only 7.
My school books were destroyed just because someone was in bad mood. At one point I was terrorized with religious abuses held at some dark creepy place of worship as if I was some demon child.
