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No joke. My male parental figure is an undx'd biploar or schizioaffective type. Highly paranoid. voilent, horrific fits of rage. beat the tar outa me. among other things. then he'd come back in my room five minutes later apologizing for his temper and offer to "buy me off" with an ice cream or some other gift.
mom would ignore. walk away. go to church. go the the pastor's house (she was an associate pastor) burry her nose in a book. she'd never come back down that hall. she never defended me...until one easter when he tried to kill me on the front lawn and the neighbors saw it...then she "had" to do something. I was...10? He tried to choke me to death because I argued with my little sister in the church parking lot becasue she was taking forever to get into the car... and when we came home he was mad and hollered at me to get outa the car and I wouldn't cuz i knew the rear end bustin i was gonna get. so i slid over to the side of the minivan that didn't have the sliding door and simply refused to get out. he came in after me, wrapped his hands around my neck and proceeded to choke the life outa me. i kicked him where it counted he let go enough i could breathe or else i would've died there in the driveway. Mom had the audiacity to ask me why i kicked him in the n*ts. she didn't belive me he was trying to kill me. she did not belive me... she always apologized for my dad too...constantly. made excuses for him. after the Easter bit she divorced him.. the church people knew then... it was all about keeping up appearances. she was paranoid herself. she tried to keep us secluded and tucked away in the name of some pervert maight come harm us. the temptation to swear here is great...but the pervert was my father, the perv was in our house. not some unnamed assalant that was lurking behind a bush ready to kidnap me. hello woman... she was paranoid that people would think she was an alkie because someone had put their empty six pack of beer in our trash can. wow. she came unhinged then too. only difference between mom's paranoid and dad's was hers was in the name of religion and God...and you could almost buy into it... and his was outright crazy...no other way arond it. He still is that way. so is she.
ugh
i too don't want to use bp as my excuse. i am sooo much more than this mental glitch intbetween my ears. I don't want to become the monsters that raised me. It is in me, I know it. It bubbles up to the surface unexpectedly. The difference is I back down. I walk away...and I KNOW IT IS THERE IN ME. I take steps not to be like him. he was crazy. couldn't keep a roof over his head. juped from job to job. irrational. get quick schemes... everyone says I am like Jim. I look like him. I have his personality. *cringe* that is the part of me I wish to c*rve away and discard. I am me. I am different. i am not the abuser. I am not the pervert. I am not the crazy man who distroyed four peoples lives. I love, I accept
and i will stop. i can go on forever and i will be prompty audited off this site.
Then there was the emotion abuse. it was horrific. i didn't realize it was mind games until i married the good and diecent man i have for a mate now and had a family of my own.... then i realized that things weren't supposed to work the way I was raised.
see it is difficult to type here because i am sensoring myself in part because of this site, the other because of my "glitch"
I know God loves me. I know God has a purpose for my life, if nothing more than to raise my five kids in His love. but... I pray to be released from this stumbling block. I have laid it at His feet. I refuse to pick it back up but satan keep throwing it back infront of my feet everytime I try to move forward. I don't understand why these things still haunt me. why can't i move forward? why can't i lay this burden down and LEAVE IT at HIS FEET???? what am I doing wrong. what am i missing? i simply don't get it.