So Einsamkeit asked me whether I had posted an introduction and whilst I have, it was not a full intro to me and my past and I did mention that later I would, so, here is my story..
My name is Kim and I am from England. My mother was 16 when she was pregnant with me and my father was in prison. My Mum had postnatal depression and she left me with my Dad when he was released. This was the only real time I ever spent with my Dad and apparently he took to it well. When my Mum was stable again she took me back. I was one and a half maybe. My Dad was initially upset made threats and then he didn’t bother. My new step dad was wonderful we bonded straight away and for the first few years my childhood was wonderful. Then, when I was six they broke up. We had to live in hostels for couple of years moving around London and change schools and I had a new step dad. He had it in his head I was spoiled as an only child and made it his mission to push me around and make me feel unspecial. He was clever. He didn’t leave marks. I started wetting the bed and he’d drag me up and out of bed and into the bathtub with the sheets stark naked and pour buckets of ice cold water over me. The only reason I stopped wetting the bed was because I was terrified every time the special alarm went off. So he would bully and push me around and at the time, my mum seemed to be in cahoots with him. I was made to feel abnormal and a nuisance and so between them and the people at school and my neighbours I was bullied and weak- growing up in South London this is not what you want to be. I had nobody, I was scared, I felt worthless my life felt meaningless and I was confused as to why I was so different what was wrong with me? When I acted out or cried for help I was attention seeking. Therapy didn’t help because my step dad made sure I was scared enough not to say anything. He threatened me, made me feel like nothing- the only thing he did for me and my mum that I can be thankful for was give me my two beautiful little brothers. I went away to my Aunties when second one was born and I was abused there. Then suddenly they wanted me back everything was going to be perfect, Aye he had calmed down a bit because of my brothers he was not a bad dad to them I give him that. The straw that broke the camels back was the end of a year in Spain. Everyone had gone out I cant even remember why but he had me pinned right up to the spikey painted grit wall hissing and spitting, hand around my throat and suddenly smacked my head against it. My head cut, he said if I told anyone I would never see my mum or my family again. I later passed out. I was melodramatic apparently. Well mum left him finally just as I was entering my teens, thank god. But I was still bullied at school, no friends and I blamed her for everything and we clashed. One thing I will never forget is smacking her head against my door frame. Not nice is it? I screamed. I regret that. I was already cutting and Od’ing by this time and no one understood. My wee brother would always come to my room after an argument and sit on my bed with his Simpsons and Spiderman comics. She kicked me out at 16 and for a while I wondered if I would ever see them again. By the way the only reason I never kicked their dads head in is just that- he’s their dad. I swore if he ever touched a hair on their heads that that consideration would go out the window but he never gave me that opportunity- shame. So in my new found adulthood/ independence I reclaimed my childhood (some of it anyway) partied hard, loved hard.. Looking back I wish I had focused on friends and college more but I had an empty void that needed to be filled; I needed to feel loved and I made the mistake of looking for father figures in my relationships and treated girls like sexual objects. At one stage I was ashamedly “invincible” now it’s all self hatred I’m tired of blaming others and questioning why? Why me? Now I blame myself and beat myself up because there’s no one around to do it any more. I guess I feel ashamed. There are people, many people who have had far worse than me some even made something of it but me? I’m stuck. In a self-loathing bubble of regret. I’m sorry if I make you feel sick, I make me feel sick too, I promise. Thanks for reading.
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Didn’t make me feel sick. A bit sad is all.
Getting passed around, being subjected to capricious parenting – will certainly confuse you about how relationships are supposed to work. While I don’t exactly know the hole you are in, I have some idea as to what it is like. I know it’s tough. I know you must hear alot of “doing XYZ is simple. Everyone knows how to do that. What’s wrong with you???”
Nothing is wrong with you.
Besides not know the game plan from the Be A Normal Happy Person playbook, which isn’t your fault, you have learned all sorts of behaviors that are very useful if you are randomly abused and constantly jerked around. Unfortunately, these skills you have are worth somewhere between jack and shit when it comes to doing things like taking care of yourself over the long run.
You can learn new skills. You can unlearn useless behaviors. It’s not a matter of being “better” or “nicer” or “correct” or “normal”. It’s just different and, probably, more useful.
I hope your visits to SP give you the insights you need to grow. And welcome. Nice to meet you!
Thank you SeeSmith and Hello, we’ve commented on a few “this and that’s” when I first joined but this really is invaluable to me, really means a lot so thank you. I like it here so much THIS is where I am in life, in this bubble because I can’t stand real life, this is all I do now its addictive. I need to be careful.
I’ve learned and I’m still learning from my mistakes but its difficult to get past them. I have so much compassion too much for my own good so knowing that Ive hurt someone when I know what it feels like, I hate it. Even though I’ve never done anything terrible. I feel like my whole life Ive learned to apologise for myself, everything I do, “I’m sorry I’m in the way, I’m sorry I was born, I didnt mean it” like Its only in my adulthood I’m realising that its okay to make mistakes as that’s how people grow. Thank you again for your comment and thank you for reading.
I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to share your story, Kim. Welcome once again. 🙂 I hope I’ll be able to learn a bit more about you as time goes on.
You’ve been a victim of questionable parenting and guardianship, and it’s difficult, but I’m so glad you were at least able to reclaim some good things out of your own life.
Hugs. SP is a very genuine place. I hope you can find whatever you need to help you further your life.
Thank you very much mindless, that means a lot. (I’m still using your tag on here as I’m unsure whether or not you mind me using your real name, I don’t know if you’re okay with it or not). I hope I will get to know more about yourself, too.
Feel free to call me Trey, hun. 😉 (Trey isn’t my real name)
Is it not? I feel deceived!! Lol only kidding 😛
Dearest Kim,
Thank you for giving us a more personal piece of Kim. I don’t know much, but I know this:
– You are a terrific big sister (something I always wish I had … to this day), and I hope that you always stay close to your two “wee brothers” (first time I’ve heard that phrase … proper love it, like !) … that is a sacred bond. I always believed that siblings are friends that we get for free.
– Even if it’s no consolation to you, even having the perfect parents doesn’t mean success/happiness in later life. Example ? Me. My parents are as close to perfect as I can imagine any parents being … and look at me … unemployed, homeless, alone, jobless, broke, and heading into a forest soon.
– With regard to coping with past abuse by your stepdad(s), if nothing else works … “Forgive them for they know not what they do.” … do this for your sake only, not theirs. Don’t let someone else’s ignorance and cruelty stay your personal problem forever.
Please don’t be your stepdad’s stepdaughter anymore … just be Kim.
😉
Einsamkeit, I am speechless, I don’t know what to say.. Your words are so kind and I’ve just been sobbing for five minutes or so. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You to the time to write such meaningful words and they mean so much to me. I (selfishly) wish that you were not going to the forest. At least to night die. I like to think that you’ll love it so much there that you’ll sustain yourself there build humble but effective shelter get by on what you find at one with the forest and find contentment there. I imagine you’d be as efficient. Fuck it, I would join you if I could. I hope you find peace where you are going and know that you’ve touched and helped so many. Promise me one thing: (getting cheeky now, eh?) light a campfire for me. If not for me for all of us here. I will never forget you. Thank you for being you.
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Now, I’m the one in tears.
I’m so glad that you found my words helpful.
I would promise you the campfire, but that is dangerous for 2 reasons – 1: This state has had about 7000 wildfires in the year 2016, and the park authorities’ assholes are puckered up tighter than a snare drum, 2: I don’t want to be visible aerially, in case someone mounts a search for me.
Or else, you betchyouh a$$ I would.
Ah, yes I hadn’t considered that.. Fair enough, best not. Gather the prettiest leaves instead..
Ok, I have to ask you a deeply intimately personal question.
What are your fav tracks by Massive Attack ?
Mine is Dissolved Girl (Track 6 on Mezzanine), by a mile … as usual, it’s not a mainstream track that I latch on to, but something few fans know of or like. It is so dark and moving yet mellow and soothing.
“Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day, yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
…
”
The first paragraph describes the past twenty years of my life 🙂
I saw them live twice in my town, but not once did they perform Dissolved Girl 🙁 You’ve probably seen them a bunch of times, given that you’re from their hometown.
P.S. I also like Teardrop and some others on Mezzanine, but Dissolved Girl is just a cut above the rest.
I too love Dissolved Girl and of course Teardrop but I love the album Mezzanine as a whole (Im traditional like that, ya know, like?) 😉 and Blue Lines is my other fave Unfinished Sympathy and Daydreaming.. Ahhh they are amazing I love Portishead too. Check out the album Dummy..Its so strange and alien and beautiful. I like to pretend I can sing like that, in the shower with acoustics at it’s best I almost convince myself that I can..
Awww Kim i just wanna hug you. I am happy your comfortable telling your story here I get the initial fear of it. I still let little bits of mine trickle out here and there. Ones life trama or whatever anyone wants to call it, whatever led us to here is no more or less horrible than the other. We’ve simply had a life that is not like others we simply have had bad things happen to us that no one seems to understand and that is why I love this page everyone no matter their own battle they are here with open minds and kindness and I love that. This place has given me more days and no I may not see tomorrow or the next day but as for right in this moment I’m ok and that’s because of you and countless others with their words of wisdom and words of comfort, and the fact that no one judges me if or when I decide it’s time to find peace in ending it. You have support here and don’t forget that. You’re an amazing sister too.
Wanted85, thank you so much this is such a wonderful abd genuine place I wish it wasn’t only virtual like I could step into it. I dont know about being an amazing sister but I do sure have two amazing brothers, they aren’t so “wee” now and boy do they have their heads screwed on. They get it though, they understand I wish they wouldn’t worry about me, you know? I’m their big sister I should be looking after them, not the other way round..