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August 22, 2025 at 3:04 pm #448898
Alessa
ParticipantHi Everyone
I used to hate my mother for a long time. I literally built my identity around it. I tried my damnest to never be like her. I was severely abused by her, so was my brother.
I’m not proud of what I’m about to share. Somehow this is an easier place to start than what comes next.
She used to threaten suicide, cut herself and overdose. When I was younger I used to beg her to stop. Somewhere along the way, I realised that this is what she wanted and eventually I stopped caring.
When I was a tween, she would threaten to kill herself or say that she was going to cut herself and I would say okay. Do it then. And when I saw her cutting herself I would walk away and let her do it.
Get out! Go do this in front of a doctor, not a child! Get the help you need and let her be free of you.
This is not appropriate to say or do infront of a child. Much less to attempt to actively involve them with it for attention. Honestly, walking away is the best thing you can do there. And not caring is your way of trying to protect yourself from her abuse. Even telling her to do it is denying her the attention she was after. It cut down on her involving you with it. You deserved to be protected from that. I’m just sorry that you had to protect yourself and that there was no one else to protect you. I’m here now. This won’t ever happen to you again.
When I found her unconscious overdosed, I prayed for her to die and then took her to the doctor.
Sweetie, close your eyes don’t look. You shouldn’t see this. Take my hand, we need to leave.
You tried to do the right thing. It was more care than she ever showed you. Don’t you dare feel guilty for the trauma she put you through. It wasn’t your fault.
I would dream about killing her while she was asleep, so I could be free.
You were in an impossibly difficult situation. It is okay to have thoughts that you would never act on. I think it shows just how much pain you were in and how much you suffered at her hands.
Clearly, I had mountains of anger towards her. I thought it was impossible to get over it.
Sweetie, I can feel how much you hurt. She did unspeakable things to you. Self-harming and threatening suicide in front of your own children is extremely abusive. She showed zero regard for you when she did these things and actively hurt you by involving you in them.
It’s okay to be angry. It’s entirely understandable. Just let it be. You went through so much. More than anyone should have to.
What can I do to help you feel safe? It’s okay to cry. Let it out. I’m here. You’re safe now. I’m here for you.
It hurts so much.
I know it does. That’s why I’m here. Taking care of you. Trying to help you feel safe. ❤️
Why didn’t she care about me?
Because your mother was broken. It’s not your fault.
Will she ever get better?
I hope so, one day. You don’t have to be there to find out. ❤️
August 23, 2025 at 5:29 am #448910Alessa
ParticipantAfter what I had been through with my mother. I wanted to be able to protect myself. I was strong. As strong as I could possibly get as a woman. I was even good at fighting from my days in high school.
I was sexually assaulted, by someone I considered my best friend when I was in university.
I didn’t expect it from a friend. And I couldn’t defend myself. I was in shock and froze. I spent a lot of time since high school working on not fighting. I couldn’t defend myself against a friend even when they were doing that to me.
I’m so sorry it is horrible being betrayed by someone you trust. What happened is so incredibly wrong. ❤️
I struggled. He was too strong. Walking away didn’t work. Swearing at him didn’t work. Begging him to stop didn’t work. Eventually, I worked up the courage to hit him after the shock wore off. It was a risk being violent that he would do that to me. I decided it was worth the risk and I would rather die. I hit him gently at first. Then harder and harder. He finally stopped.
Hey, smile for the camera. Try it. I can call the cops right now. I didn’t know how to defend myself then. I do now. Not such a tough guy now are you? Get a grip. Other people are not here FOR YOU.
You’re safe now. I got you. He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.
I was so angry at myself. For not being able to do more. For not being able to stop him from doing that to me. I blamed myself for being too weak. It is a horrible feeling, being the strongest that you could ever be and still being too weak. Knowing that if someone wanted to. There is nothing that you can do to protect yourself.
You did the best you could at the time. You don’t need strength to protect yourself when you have courage. You have it in you. It is not your fault that your mother did a number on you and didn’t teach you how to protect yourself from predators. You never stopped trying even when you knew he was stronger. That is not weakness. I’m proud of you for trying your best. ❤️
I didn’t even report him. I just dropped out of university. I didn’t want to ruin his life. I didn’t want everyone to turn against me. Even my adopted mother didn’t believe me. She made me describe the whole thing to her. And afterwards she questioned me. You’re lying. Your story changed, you said you told him no in different places.
Because I told him no the whole time. I never stopped telling him no. My story didn’t change. I just told him over and over again.
Why an earth would you say that to anyone? What is wrong with you?!? Why would you put this poor girl through describing it when she said she didn’t want to. You are retraumatising her! STOP ✋
You don’t have to do this sweetie. Let’s go. This is abuse. I’m not going to stand here and let her do this to you to satisfy her twisted ego. People deserve to be believed and supported through hardships. I’m not going to let you be alone with this hanging over your head. I’m going to take care of you and help you get through it. ❤️
She didn’t make an effort to take me to the police station and report it. She said it was my choice. She didn’t report it when it happened to her.
What teenager would be brave enough to report it? You needed her to stand up for you and be a grown up for once. I know it’s scary. But we can go together. You deserve to know what happened to you isn’t okay. You deserve for someone to have your back even when you can’t summon the strength to do it for yourself. I’ll help you through it and take care of everything. You don’t have to worry.
Look, statistically you made the right choice for the situation you were in. If you were in a different position, where you had a family that cared about you. They would have known when you didn’t get out of bed for two weeks that something was horribly wrong. It wouldn’t have taken as long and you could have reported it. It’s not your fault that the justice system is absolutely atrocious for failing to prosecute these things.
August 24, 2025 at 2:03 pm #448940Alessa
ParticipantMy biological mother sexually abused me. Society doesn’t like to consider that women are capable of that. She even tried grooming other girls.
How anyone could do that to their child, or any child is beyond me. People should never hurt kids. Or anyone really. It’s horrifying, I’m so sorry. ❤️
I hated being a girl, because she didn’t do it to my brother. Just me.
For a long time, I didn’t even like other girls or women because of her abuse. I hung around boys.
I wished I was a boy. I hated myself. For a long time I dressed as a boy without telling anyone. On the street I would often be mistaken for a boy. I even considered transitioning. The surgery and the hormones sounded like a lot of effort though. I wanted to see if I could get used to being a woman first. I did. I don’t really think much of gender identity though. It is so fluid. Just a social construct to me really. I don’t hate women anymore either.
It makes sense that you struggled with gender issues because of your abuse. I’m glad that you found your way through it and are comfortable in your own skin now. That’s a really important thing!
I think the worst part of the abuse was having my boundaries ignored until I was physically capable of fighting her off. This was worse for me than the hitting, or the verbal abuse. Something about it just fills me with so much anger.
I think it’s understandable to be angry. I’m angry for you, at what you went through. That your protests were ignored. That it continued until you could win a fight against her. It’s horrific.
She is no longer legally able to be around children after what she did to me. I didn’t prosecute her, but I believe she is on some kind of register.
That is something at least. No other kids will be hurt.
What happened stays with me. A lot of young people touch themselves these days, to satisfy sexual urges. I cannot. Something about it, just reminds me of that trauma. I tried to figure that out once upon a time. But I gave up. Better to just leave it than deal with the difficulties that come with it. The self-hatred is too much.
That is honestly a fair decision. I’m so sorry that she left such deep emotional scars. The most important thing is taking care of yourself and if that type of thing makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to fight your way through it to get better. I feel like that would be retraumatising. ❤️
August 24, 2025 at 3:10 pm #448942Alessa
ParticipantWhen I was a teenager, I started getting my period and my biological mother wanted me to use tampons. I didn’t want to. I had been using pads just fine.
Our bathroom door didn’t have a lock because she didn’t want us to have one.
Begrudgingly, I agreed to try a tampon. I refused to let her help me with it. Or show me. I didn’t want her anywhere near me.
I barricaded myself in the bathroom and did it myself. Ironically, my periods were too heavy and tampons were useless to me.
It was a screaming match. While I tried as hard as I could, with literally every bit of strength I had to hold the door closed to keep her out, whilst she tried to force her way in. Afterwards, when she finally gave up. I cried.
What the hell is your problem? Can’t you see that you are traumatising her? Get out right now before I call the police.
You can’t tell me what to do in my own house.
Yes, I can. *starts to dial*
Okay, I’m leaving.
She’s gone now. You’re safe. I’m right here. Take all the time you need. I’m not going to come into the bathroom. I’ll just be right here keeping you safe.
Please leave me alone.
I know you’re scared. I’m not going to leave you alone. But I’m not going to come in. I’m going to wait outside until you’re ready to come out. I’m not going to hug you or anything when you do. I’m not going to touch you. No one should be alone dealing with this c**p.
It makes me feel safe.
I know, but the best I can do is to stay outside of the room because it wouldn’t be right for me to leave you when you’re so scared. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I’m here for you. I don’t want to scare you. Is there anything that will help you to feel safe?
Music.
Okay. No problem, I can do that. 🎶🎷🎺
Thanks.
Is there anything else?
No, thanks. Is she really gone?
Yup. It’s just me out here. I won’t let her hurt you.
Promise?
Of course! I promise!
Okay. I’m coming out. But no touching.
Of course, I promise.
Is there anything you want?
I’m tired.
Okay, well we shouldn’t stay here. Do you want to go somewhere safe where she’ll never find you?
Nods.
Great! Let’s go then. ❤️
September 3, 2025 at 4:27 pm #449261Alessa
ParticipantWhen I was a child I stopped caring if I lived or died. I stayed alive to take care of my brother. I hid myself, deep inside to protect myself from the abuse.
I fought the sexual abuse when I was older because I was already so used to being beaten and suffocated it held little meaning for me. Some things are worth dying for. Before I was old enough to fight I begged and pleaded for it all to stop for years.
My mother drowned me in the bathtub and spat on me when I fought her.
I have this one memory of me fighting her in the hallway as she tried to take me into the bathroom. She was much bigger than me. She changed her mind and dragged me to her bedroom. And I don’t remember anything else except for me screaming for help that never came. The screaming lasted for a long time. Screaming, crying and nothing but darkness. My brother had promised to help if I ever needed him and he was too afraid…
She bought me translucent sexy underwear and made wear it for her. She would “help me put on a bra because I didn’t know how to do it correctly” and touch my breasts.
She would make me do naked cuddles in her bed every sunday.
Nude photos were taken of me when I was 4 years old. They were the only pictures she had of me in the house.
The abuse you endured was horrific. I’m so sorry. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to their child. It’s pretty amazing that you’re still here after all of that. That you are still kind and caring. That you have a beautiful family and that these memories rarely come up anymore.
Don’t you dare touch her. Don’t even look at her or think about her. She is dead to you. You will never see her again. I’m taking her somewhere safe, where you can’t hurt her anymore. I am not afraid of you. You know what they do to people like you in jail?
Please don’t touch me.
I won’t I promise. You’re safe. I’m here. I know it hurts. But you’re not alone anymore. I’m right here with you and I’m just going to stay right over here the whole time.
I don’t understand why.
I don’t think anyone does. You don’t need to understand it to heal from it though.
How?
Just take it one day at a time. Eventually it will all be a distant memory. You’re going to have so many new experiences in your life. I won’t spoil it for you, but the cliche it gets better is true.
Really?
I promise. You’re being really brave!
How do things get better?
You feel again. You are happy. You have a beautiful family. Cute pets. There is so much in your future.
It hurts.
I know. I’m sorry. I’m still here, right here with you. I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t ever want to go back. You never do.
Really?
Yup! You don’t even see her.
Wow. I prayed it would come true.
It does!
Now think of a safe place. A bed with a big green snake teddy and I curl it around me like spaghetti on a fork.
I don’t ever want to come out. Hiiiiisssss!
What would make you feel safe enough to come out?
Hmmm a banana split. Can we do that like my old therapist? And I want to go to the beach again. I miss her beach. Can my old therapist come? Of course! You can bring anyone.
My new therapist is weird. Yes, she is. A good weird.
Night night!
September 3, 2025 at 6:49 pm #449264silvery blue
Participant🫂 ❤️
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September 3, 2025 at 8:26 pm #449270anita
Participant“And I don’t remember anything else except for me screaming for help that never came. The screaming lasted for a long time. Screaming, crying and nothing but darkness.”-
Little girl Alessa: If I could go back in time and place, I would show up in that Hell where little blue-eyed, freckled-nose (when it was summer) Alessa grew up- and I would save her, and her brother- from that monster sex fiend.
I would climb the tallest mountain, cross the longest desert- so to rescue you and your brother. Just as I would do for any child suffering as much as you, your brother.. my sister.. and I did.
The sexual aspect of the abuse- you are brave to be talking about it. I am not brave like you. That part was.. excruciatingly difficult, unbearable.. How could that MONSTER do that.. ?!
Well, it was a monster, and it was done.
You are not alone: little girl Alessa. Little girl Anita knows. Little girl Anita understands.
September 4, 2025 at 4:40 am #449287Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
Apologies, I’m not trying to ignore you. I’m not having the best time at the moment and I’ll have to come back to it when I’m feeling more stable.
Thank you for your kindness. I’m sorry that you went through these things too. ❤️
September 4, 2025 at 8:47 am #449306anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
You are welcome. I am sorry that you’ve been feeling so distressed.
When I responded to you yesterday, on this thread, I felt nothing but empathy for the girl Alessa, and wanted to express it as one girl (aka inner child) talking to another girl- a girl with whom I (the inner girl) have so much in common.
I was too distressed so far to address the multi-layered conflict, too reactive inside.
I think I’ll post to you next in Jana’s thread.
Anita
September 8, 2025 at 1:48 pm #449520Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
Thanks, I understand ❤️
September 8, 2025 at 1:58 pm #449521anita
Participant❤️ back to you, Alessa!
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