danni
09-17-2009, 03:42 PM
I'm still really struggling with, and part of what I hate most about my irrational thoughts, is the fact that I can say I was only five years old and somebody raped me and I still feel that I was old enough to do something.
It took away my childhood, in every sense of the word. I don't remember ever in my life being carefree and innocent. I don't remember ever in my life laughing and playing and not feeling like the most disgusting creature that ever lived.
I will never be carefree and innocent. That was taken from me. It took away my perception of age and what I should have been able to do. I was forced into very adult things when I was still just a tiny child, and in turn it made me feel that I should have been more adult. I should have known what to do, I should have known how to stop it, I should have done something - told somebody beyond my parents, called the police, wrote a freaking letter...ANYTHING.
I was left with so many years of blame, feeling that I should have been able to do things that were way beyond the capabilities of a five year old - all because of their selfishness and cruelty.
I guess for me what hurts so much is the loss. I lost my ability to love and trust freely. I lost my ability to share and laugh and bond without always thinking thinking thinking if it's okay.... if they're going to still like me..... if I'm likeable just being me.... if I'm worth their attention. I lost my ability to have that beautiful childhood full of joy and love and safety and innocence.
And it hurts because not only did I lose those things, but because I was so little I never even had the chance to have them in the first place.
It took away my childhood, in every sense of the word. I don't remember ever in my life being carefree and innocent. I don't remember ever in my life laughing and playing and not feeling like the most disgusting creature that ever lived.
I will never be carefree and innocent. That was taken from me. It took away my perception of age and what I should have been able to do. I was forced into very adult things when I was still just a tiny child, and in turn it made me feel that I should have been more adult. I should have known what to do, I should have known how to stop it, I should have done something - told somebody beyond my parents, called the police, wrote a freaking letter...ANYTHING.
I was left with so many years of blame, feeling that I should have been able to do things that were way beyond the capabilities of a five year old - all because of their selfishness and cruelty.
I guess for me what hurts so much is the loss. I lost my ability to love and trust freely. I lost my ability to share and laugh and bond without always thinking thinking thinking if it's okay.... if they're going to still like me..... if I'm likeable just being me.... if I'm worth their attention. I lost my ability to have that beautiful childhood full of joy and love and safety and innocence.
And it hurts because not only did I lose those things, but because I was so little I never even had the chance to have them in the first place.