This post is difficult for me to write but lately I been reading other blogs sharing their life story and I would like to share my story.
Where do I start… I have never written any of my thoughts down about the sexual abuse and abuse I have endured in my lifetime.
I grew up in NSW with my two brothers, one sister and my parents. I was the youngest, we lived in a quiet friendly street, and we knew everyone in our street. My parents thought we were safe so my parents thought there no need kept eyes on us when we were playing in our street.
I was happy go lucky little girl, then at 5 years old my life turned upside down, I was playing in our street and one of boys walked over to me, (call him A) he was 12 years old, he asked me to follow him and he sexually assaulted me, this went on every day. A stopped when I was 7 or 8 years old. I did not tell my family.
In between of getting sexual abuse from A, my sister was changing, I shared a bedroom with her, I was 6 years old. Each night before bed she would tell me stuff that scared me, I was shaking and could not sleep, around 7 years old, each night I had to sleep where my sister told me to and if I did not do what she told me I would die.
When I was 9 years old I was started to get suicidal thoughts.
10 years old I was sexually assaulted again, I was sleeping over a friend place and my friend’s brother had a friend staying the night, later that night my friend and brother forced the boy to have sex with me. The next day I told my mother what happened and she took me to a doctor and I started seeing a counsellor.
My parents decided to move to QLD to start a fresh life, everything did not go perfect as my parents hope for.
My sister started hitting me each day and causing trouble, my father turns to alcohol. Every night there was yelling in our house. My sister decided to target me each day with objects, each day she would hit me across my head with wood, saucepan, anything she could grab. Then she decide to start stabbing me with pen, knifes etc.
I was diagnosed with depression and post-traumatic stress disorder at 11 year old.
My sister ended up in a mental hospital and my parents spilt up when I was 13 years old. I moved with my mother to a new town to start fresh life.
I’m going to break this post into parts.
Thanks for reading.