cynthiamarie
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Joined: 3/11/2005 From: Bluefield, WV, USA Status: offline
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this was ask in a post in the humor forum. i thought about this and right away i know what age i was now ok being a domme i am strong a caring and always in control. but as i writen before i was abuse in my lose memery i did not remember it at all but i always felt strange when i went o therpay ( do not knock it, it works ) but i found our the craziest thing in my inner child i was about 5 this is when the abuse started but my sister, i stay this way for many years i was acting like i was 5 but i took care of my fmaily and did the things i know but in therpay i was so different queit scare. when i left i was age 7. i am back in therpay i am not age 15 lol and it is so strange to have to inside of me does anyone know about this. i may stay this way but it is funny and ok my therpist told me i am ok with how i am . and yes i found out the abuse made me a domme i need to prpoect me from my brother but i now angry at men i am mad at my borhter. i am proud of who i become i came thorught a nightmare childhood to be a kind and caring i am know to everyone in my niegohood as the one who you can come to for help i had a littleone when his mother hit a child with her car now his father was awake and righ up stairs but he came to get me. i am trust and yes loved by many here so therpay is working well. i hope this is in the right place any hthought or advcie is welcome mons Ah, another survivor. *Hugs* It sounds like you've had better luck with therapists than I have; for some reason, I usually end up hearing their entire life story and everything that's going wrong in their relationships. Or else all the doctor has to say is, "Were the meds fine?" and writes me a new script for a refill. I tried everything to help myself heal, including going to sessions with a hypnotist. He was able to break through the blank times of my past, where my nightmares and night terrors and panic attacks sprang from. Sometimes things are so traumatic, the only way to survive them is to lock them away. I was never able to break through a blank area of my life that started some time when I was 5 and ended when I was boarding a plane that would take me 3 time zones away from the main terror of my life...I looked back at him, sealed behind the glass window of the terminal and felt like I was finally waking up. I wasn't aware of an inner child until over a year ago, when I "met" a volunteer peer counselor for abused women here at CollarMe and we talked. It was so liberating and healing to finally reconnect with that part of myself that I had locked away. I have greater depths of joy when I enjoy life now, because I'm taking my inner 5 year old by the hand and taking her with me. I have no anger at men, just a keener wariness toward red flags and a problem with trust; part of me still deals in absolutes with trust and I'm working on it. (My mind can handle trust issues better than my emotions can.) I'm often attracted to men who have suffered but seem to be growing from it. mons, you have every right to be angry with your brother, especially if he has never come to you with sincere apologies and took responsibility for what he did to you and the emotional damage it caused you. My family kept telling me that I wasn't being Christian if I didn't forgive him and turn the other cheek...they were right and wrong with the point they were trying to make to me. My doctor wanted me to confront my father, but my family got angry with me when I tried. I was supposed to put it in the past and act like nothing happened, so the family could keep their illusion of everything being normal. They supported him in this, telling him that he was right and that I needed to forget about it. I never had any acknowledgement from him that he had been abusive. On his death bed a few years back, he refused to talk with me on the phone. When I asked my sister to let him know I had forgiven him, he told her to tell me that he doesn't need it, that he'd done nothing that needs forgiveness. The only closure I got was knowing that this world was a better and safer place because he was no longer in it. I'm at peace over this now. He passed away from extensive pancreatic cancer. Advice? Seems you are doing well and enjoying the sweetness of your life and don't need any. You survived. You're healing...and doing a great job of it. Some are almost destroyed by horrible experiences and they become more empathetic toward others and better caregivers because they understand pain and suffering so well...and I've seen some deal with their own pain by beating everyone else to the hurt, in one way or another. mons, your posts have always been worth the read...and I don't regret it if I have to read something a few times to get the full meaning. Btw, I took 3 years of Spanish and one semester of French and have forgotten everything except how to count to ten. Learning to think and write in another language, and then having to communicate with others when it's their primary or only language is a very humbling experience. I'm glad that nobody who laughed at my own attempts were doing so in a meanspirited way. (Remembers when trying to make up a word for puppies in Spanish by putting together perro and ito to make "little dog", and didn't roll the R's enough...and the word sounded like perlito...little FART, lol. Yep, she laughed so hard that she couldn't talk, but it was with glee and not to humiliate me.) We never know when someone has a disability until we get to know them...my son has autism, but passes for normal until someone gets to know him better. He's different, but his sweetness and honesty make the world a better place because he's in it. He hates writing.
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