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elysiumblood
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I'll cut to the chase before I freak out and decide not to talk about this. If I don't get some help, I know I'll let this beat me. It's just so hard to tell someone about this. I've been called a liar so many times by so many people. I don't know why there's this denial out there...
When I was thirteen, two kids of a local pastor beat me up. They hated me. Both of them sort of had this box, this mold Christians had to fit into. I didn't. They saw evil in everything, especially me, and so one day they sort of jumped me. I don't really want to talk about the details, okay? I can't. The whole thing was a nightmare, a terrible nightmare.
They broke my ribs. Three of them. So badly, they had to be removed because they were so fragmented.
And now I can't go to church. Any church scares me. Memories just slam into me and I don't want to even look at one of those places. The pain, the pain reminds me not to go there. Every day it hurts. Everytime I get up I can feel that something's not there. And I think about it and it's like everything inside me gets frozen when I even think about church.
For that matter, I don't even want to be outside. I go to work during the summer, yeah, and school the rest of the year... but I don't go outside unless I have to. It doesn't make much sense, does it? I live in a different place now, fifty miles away. But I feel so scared. What if someone else decides I make a nice looking target? I just can't will myself to go outside.
I just sort of stay inside now. I haven't gone to church in almost three years. I can't. I just, can't.
The worst part is, no one seems to care. No one in the church was ever sorry. Few people even acknowledged who did it. The pastor actually said I had it coming. It was like I didn't matter. I tried a few times online to reach out, find a shoulder to cry on. Instead people started telling me I was lying, making it up, it never happened.
Does no one out there care? Am I totally alone out here? Why won't this fear leave me? I'm so sick of this feeling, but no one will help me through it. Why? All I want is a little compassion, a little help, please. I'm broken. Someone help me understand why this happened. Someone, please, care, just a little...
When I was thirteen, two kids of a local pastor beat me up. They hated me. Both of them sort of had this box, this mold Christians had to fit into. I didn't. They saw evil in everything, especially me, and so one day they sort of jumped me. I don't really want to talk about the details, okay? I can't. The whole thing was a nightmare, a terrible nightmare.
They broke my ribs. Three of them. So badly, they had to be removed because they were so fragmented.
And now I can't go to church. Any church scares me. Memories just slam into me and I don't want to even look at one of those places. The pain, the pain reminds me not to go there. Every day it hurts. Everytime I get up I can feel that something's not there. And I think about it and it's like everything inside me gets frozen when I even think about church.
For that matter, I don't even want to be outside. I go to work during the summer, yeah, and school the rest of the year... but I don't go outside unless I have to. It doesn't make much sense, does it? I live in a different place now, fifty miles away. But I feel so scared. What if someone else decides I make a nice looking target? I just can't will myself to go outside.
I just sort of stay inside now. I haven't gone to church in almost three years. I can't. I just, can't.
The worst part is, no one seems to care. No one in the church was ever sorry. Few people even acknowledged who did it. The pastor actually said I had it coming. It was like I didn't matter. I tried a few times online to reach out, find a shoulder to cry on. Instead people started telling me I was lying, making it up, it never happened.
Does no one out there care? Am I totally alone out here? Why won't this fear leave me? I'm so sick of this feeling, but no one will help me through it. Why? All I want is a little compassion, a little help, please. I'm broken. Someone help me understand why this happened. Someone, please, care, just a little...
i'm sorry you got abused; then re-abused by their lies and how others reacted to you. very sad.