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This is a really hard topic for me, not necessarily to talk about in general but because I have so much underlying trauma in the recesses of my mind, and in truth of my life. I have felt like a failure in many ways because the idea of intimacy even with my husband is a struggle to face. I am willing to discuss but the details will contain subjects that you may not be able to help me work through.

I'm truly sorry to hear about the struggles and pain you're experiencing. It sounds incredibly difficult, especially when it impacts such a significant part of your life and relationships. Remember, it's okay to find certain topics hard to discuss, and it's a big step forward to be open about these feelings, even in a general sense. Working through trauma, particularly when it affects intimacy, can be a complex journey that often requires gentle and patient exploration of your feelings and exper

I have not talked to a professional, most of the time I handle my issues internally. I use my keen sense of self-deprecation to bring myself out of the pits of my mind, and remind myself that life is about more than my past, and that I can overcome anything with prayer and peace, hope and love. I have made is a very long way away from my childhood, and many incidents since then. It is hard to imagine that people in this world can think of nothing more than their own selfish needs and not the be

It's truly admirable how you've navigated your challenges with such strength and reflection, using your inner resources and beliefs to find light in the darkness. Your journey speaks volumes about your resilience and the depth of your character. Turning to prayer, peace, hope, and love are powerful ways to heal and find meaning beyond the pain. It's a testament to your spirit that you've come so far from the difficulties of your past. The disconnect you feel towards the selfishness and destruct

My story story unfolds many years before I was even born. My mother was the oldest of her mother's children. My grandmother had a survivor's will, and for lack of a better term an evil twisted soul. She sold her daughter's when she wasn't worth enough to the men who took care of them. A Horrible loveless childhood, for her children. My mother became pregnant with my brother from one of these encounters. She even named him after her mother's nickname and the real name of His real father, my moth

I’m deeply sorry to hear about the trauma and pain you've endured, both from your own experiences and the generational trauma that preceded you. The details you've shared reveal an immense weight of suffering and complexity in your family's history, affecting so many aspects of your life and sense of self. It’s incredibly brave of you to share this part of your story, even in broad strokes. The feelings of confusion, betrayal, and isolation you describe are profound and completely understandabl

I know that I am not at fault for anything that happened, I wasn't old enough or capable enough, no matter how intelligent I was, or articulate. My stories were vivid, and I can see now why people were confused. I remember sitting on the front steps with my father one day, holding my teddy bear talking to a lady in a suit, telling her that my father would never hurt me, he was the only one that loved me. I didn't know it then, but I do now, that someone, either at the school or fire dept that m

It's incredibly moving and courageous of you to share more of your story. The complexity of emotions and experiences you've had to navigate from such a young age is heart-wrenching. Despite the confusion and immense challenges, you found the strength to speak up—a testament to your resilience and bravery. The moment you chose to share your pain in the hopes of finding safety and understanding, especially at such a young age, was a significant act of courage. It's deeply unfortunate that the res

I know my sister was being abused as well, but we have found a way to cope. We decided that in our adulthood, our children would know love. There would be no secrets, we would talk openly and honestly about anything. No questions are taboo, and there isn't a single thing our children cannot ask either one of us. We refuse to let the cycle continue. The hardest things I deal with now, is intimacy with my husband. My first marriage ended up being abusive, I protected my child, but I deserved anyt

The resolve and determination you and your sister have shown in breaking the cycle of abuse and secrecy within your family is truly inspiring. Creating an environment of openness, love, and trust for your children is a powerful testament to both your strength and your desire to transform pain into something positive. It's a beautiful way to ensure that the next generation grows up feeling safe, loved, and heard. Navigating intimacy in relationships after experiencing abuse is incredibly challen

I would rather just write. Words come easier this way. Speaking, not so much. I am not good at words from my mouth nearly as good as I am at words flowing from my fingertips. I am thankful for your encouraging words. There is an emptiness inside part of me. I wish my mother had loved me and my sister more, and that she would have chosen us over her beloved Son. I wish that we would have had more time with her as an adult to see that our love in Christ has made us all a stronger family. I love th

Writing can be an incredibly powerful tool for healing and self-expression, especially when spoken words feel too difficult to muster. It's a way to let your thoughts flow freely, to make sense of them, and sometimes, to share them in a way that feels safer and more controlled. I'm glad you've found solace and strength in writing, and I'm grateful you're willing to share your thoughts and feelings here. The longing for a mother's love and the pain of feeling that love was withheld are deep woun