texanbychoice
Jun 22, 2010, 12:00 AM
Everything for me started for me when I was quite young. I was molested by a revered family member. But didn't realize it until I was pregnant with a child of my own. I feel that for most of my childhood my mother played games with my head; using the "O, there you go fabricating things again, Arlene". Or, "You have an over active imagination" when I would hear things I should not have heard and repeated them to her. Her whole life, in my opinion, revolved around her. In her defense, she grew up very poor and liked, need, and wanted nice things. She kept me nice, well fed and we had a clean roof over our head. But I never felt truly nurtured. She never played games with me. I remember that she would sleep a lot, and I pretty much was able to run around anywhere I wanted in my neighborhood and farther. She was more involved with going out, with her friends. She and my father married young, she had me at 19 he was 23. He wanted a boy and more children she only wanted one child. She had several male friends at different times. But she became involved with Joe when I was 8. He was an abusive alcoholic. He beat and raped her almost nightly and I heard every bit of it. He mentaly abused me telling me that I was ugly and would never amount to anything, and my mother would follow right in his foot steps. He had two sons that eventually came to live with us. They were my allies. The younger of the two by a year was more my buddy, the other one my age, always did the same things we did but stayed out of trouble. I would constantly be punished for no good reason, other than to just be out of the way. One incident, I fell off the very top of a slide and was knocked out, a neighborhood boy ran to get my mother. I can't remember if she carried me or walked me in the house but she brought me upstairs and told me to run some luke warm water in the tub and just sit and soak. So that is what I did! When I was done I had to use the toilet and when I cleaned myself I noticed blood thinking I had started my mensus, I hollard for one of the boys to get my mom. She came up and I showed her and she said don''t be ridiculous! Did you wash like I told you to? I said Mommy you told me only to soak then go to bed. She got mad at me and beat me and I was punished for two weeks. No concern about a hemmorage, or concussion, and I went to school the next day. The list goes on and on. Over the course of the years my mother has played with my head so much that I don't even know if the truth I speak is real or fabrication. I have been in mental health hospitals many times for attempted suicide, I suffer from bipolar, I feel I may have ptsd, suffer from traum, and border line. Now, she is telling my husband of 7 months he needs to put me in a long term mental health care facility... but not tell arlene about it. But because he loves me he has divulged that much of more than he wanted to... please help.