Repressed memories are so difficult to deal with. You can’t quite grasp them yet they still manage to cause pain. When something triggers me, I first get that sick to my stomach feeling. Then the stuff I want to forget comes hovering in. I don’t want to just shove it under until. I want it to go for good. I have forgiven, but with stuff like this, you forgive, and then do it all again. It’s not over. I don’t like to talk about the really messy stuff cause it’s like living it all over again. Even the teasing and bullying of the past, I can’t really remember. I blocked out much of that too. I know that it happened, but I can’t remember details. Looking back at it all it seems like it couldn’t of been that bad. But in reality I think I just don’t remember. What triggered me today? Someone else talking about abuse and it wasn’t severe but there was emotional manipulation and she was silenced. I was silenced. I was told I couldn’t talk about emotional abuse. I was told I couldn’t talk about sexual abuse. It didn’t matter what the severity of it was. The way it was handled made me the guilty one. And I got a bucket of shame to hold onto. Well I’m here to tell you that I don’t want the bucket. I was not guilty of those things. I might not remember all the details or not want to tell them all but I know that they happened. I know it was a big deal. Yes ,I do believe with all my heart that God worked everything together for good. Not that God did these things to me. But that he was there to protect me from worse things. And he was there to bring me away from additional harm. Ever since those incidents from my early teens I get a sick feeling in my stomach when I’m around someone that seems unsafe. It’s the weirdest thing but somehow I trust that feeling as a warning somethings not right about that person. I think before I was just so innocent I would have trusted anyone. Perhaps if I hadn’t been I might not have. OK that helped I am fine but I needed to get that off my chest so that I’m not carrying it around in my head.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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