I hear what everyone says, don’t freak about it there’s been worse, your life is not that bad and I know. I’m well aware that my life isn’t as bad as most people. I’ve been lucky I guess. I got out easy. But from everyone telling me it’s not that bad no one stops to listen. I don’t mean to complain about these little things that have happened but I do need to vent so here goes; ver since birth, my mother has had a strong passionate dislike for me. Saying the word hate only pushes me closer to the edge so I’ll use dislike. I was a child of infidelity. My father cheated on my mother one day while he was on a mission. When he learned that his little encounter turned into a child, me, he thought it best to break it to my mother while their daughters were home, they were young so they couldn’t understand but the oldest knew pregnancy and overhearing my mother and father’s discussion they thought my mother was pregnant. The save them from the truth, my father adopted me from my birth mother and introduced me as the sister of their other 3 daughters. From my homecoming, my mother refused to care for me so I relied on my father primarily. Enough with the details, there’s a lot more. When I was three my father left my mother, leaving me at home with her. I suffered from extreme seperation anxiety and because I wasn’t “hers” my mother didnt care for me. I fended for myself with help from my sisters until I was 9 when my father came back. I have to admit I was pretty much overjoyed when he came back but the first words he said to me were telling me to die. He told me that I had ruined his life and nobody wanted me.. That’s usually a little much for a nine year old, especially from the man I waited 6 years for. I snuck the house phone, went into my room, which was a spare closet at the time, and phone my birth mother. I said to her, mama i think daddy is going to kill me. At that point she hung up. Two days later, I heard of my birth mother’s suicide. Fast foward to when I’m eleven. This was when I had my first boyfriend. He was perfect I thought until one day when my family went to lunch and left me home alone, he came over, took me to the woods around my house, raped me and stabbed me three times then left me there to die. I cut for years. My arms have no skin that isn’t scarred. I know I was overreacting but it was the only thing that let me sleep. I’m now 14. I’ve gotten over the fear, beat the nightmares, and I’m not bothered much by my father’s absence and my mother’s.. dislike. The thing is, I just can’t shake the feeling that I shouldn’t be alive. That if I just end it, I wouldn’t be whining at everyone about these dumb little things that plagued my life before I built up a resistance that has recently been crumbling down. Am I just being dumb? I’m hoping that this bit of venting will help a little …
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Keep yah head up bro…
You aren’t being dumb. People who tell you there have been worse really just don’t understand. I can relate to what your saying because I was raped too. Its something that not many people will ever understand. Like he said keep your head up and just try and hope for a better future
Your alot stronger than you think. You have a story to tell, tell it. I want you to know that when I hear your story….your life shall I say, it makes me shake my head at my own. These are not dumb little things, and I don’t see it as whining at all. My gosh your only 14 and have been through more bullshit from all of these things that you have had no control over, but your still here….fighting. I am 37, a mother of two and my heart goes out to you, heart of glass. But your name should be heart of steel.
Being a teenager is some hard shit to get through.
I definitley had my issues with my mother and stepfather, as well as raped at age 17 and my boyfriend taking his life this year, so I can relate a little bit. You’ve made it this far, stay strong and vent whenever you need to.
You’ve survived more in 14 years than most people have to face their whole lives. These are NOT “little things” you’re complaining about. These are huge things that no one should have had to live through. And I’m so sick of people who prance around saying “others have it worse!” as if people (like you) going through rough times have no right to how they feel. You have every right to feel it and to talk about it.
Being rejected by your parents, who are supposed to love and protect you, is a horrible wound and it stays with you forever. But it’s easier to deal with when you’re an adult and independent. Focus on your “escape plan” – do everything you can to build the skills you need to be able to graduate high school and start some kind of career. Financial independence to get away from these horrid, awful people is your “golden ticket”.
When I was your age, all I did was look for love from boys. Spent high school not studying, not pursuing scholarships, but trying to find someone to “rescue” me. Bad plan, because 1) others will let you down, a lot – as you’ve already learned, 2) my desperation made me vulnerable (as you’ve already learned from your horrific rape/assault), and 3) in the end, it’s an unfair burden to put on the person I want to “save” me.
After some floundering, I pulled myself together, got through nursing school, and I support myself now. The pain of the “bad things” is still there, and I have a right to that pain even though others on the planet have it worse than me. But the pain doesn’t rule my life. I’m dependent on no one. I set my own boundaries, and if people don’t treat me right, they are out of my life.
It’s a good place to be. You’ll get there. I’m rooting for you.
Thanks everyone.. I have a will to live 🙂 And I’m pretty confident tings will get better, but if anything should get hard I can make it through. I have bettered my life though. I have plans of going to school to be a surgeon (saving lives!) and am working up to the very edge of my potential independently. Good luck to you all, thanks for saving me <3