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March 11, 2006, 11:21 pm PST
Hang in there - you're a survivor!
Quote From: summer786 im fourteen years old, and have endured a rediculous amount from my family. We are completely disfunctional. Since the fourth grade ive wanted to go to Italy, and in the fifth grade i got into contact with some foreign exchange programs, and have been talking and making plans with them since. My parents said it was okay, so I took their word and am in the process of going abroad with AFS. We hosted a Spanish foreign exchange student this year, and had a great time. I have terrible memories in this town, and have always dreamed of the day I would get to leave. My town is very small, so every day I see the same places, the places where a boy tried to rape me, the places ive woken up after drunken nights not knowing where i was(when i was an alcoholic), the place where I almost drowned, the place where i lost my best friend, and the places where everything else terrible has happened. I went through some terribble phsycological problems for the past three years, and got through it only because I knew I wouldnt get to go to Italy. I have to go, I abesolutely have to. And then two weeks ago, my dad decides he doesnt want me to go. Its like ive been running on knives for three years, and all of the sudden, i have wings, so i fly. I get about ten feet in the air, and I hit a glass wall, and was knocked right down and the knives went strait through me. The wall was always there, but I could never see it. Im trying to convince him to let me go, but he just refuses to talk about it. He says hes on call or on the way to do something. Ive been through so much, I cant wait any longer, five years is as much as I can take. Ive tried to be so patient, and I was so close, I cant stay here with my hurtful family, I just cant. Does anyone have any advice? I am 50 yrs old now and I am still trying to undo-do the damage from growing up in a extremely abusive and dysfunctional family. My friends were my lifesavers! If it were not for the love of my friends, I would have killed myself. I spent most of high school trying to stay away from home as much as possible, doing drugs and drinking to try to drown the pain - I finally realized I was hurting myself in the end, not them and I refused to give them the satisfaction. I survived! I ran away for weekends, or a week, or a month once and they never asked me to come home. I was kicked out of the house 2 wks after I turned 18 with no money, no car and no place to go, I was lucky, my friends gave me a place to stay. I thought once I was out of the house I would be happier but I wasn't, just because I wasn't living with them anymore didn't mean they weren't still in my head telling me how stupid, unlovable, and terrible I was. I joined the Air Force Reserves and it was the smartest thing I ever did. For the first time in my life I started to feel good about myself. Then I had to come home again and things were worse then ever as far as my family was concerned. I found friends that treated me more like family then my family did. I was in my 2nd wk of basic when my parents split up, my mother wrote me a letter and said it was all my fault, that I ruined her marriage. It took a good counselor to point out to me that I didn't have that much power over anyone to do that. They were unhappy long before I came along. I'm the middle of 7 kids, 6 girls and one boy. I know how hard it is to be where you are right now but you will survive. I, too, have suffered more than I can say and I am still the scapegoat in my family in spite of being in the Air Force, working for the police dept as a 911 dispatcher, and I have done a lot of good things with my life, I have done volunteer work when I could, but I still get treated badly by my family. I was lucky to find a good support group called Co-dependence Anonymous in 1990 which has greatly helped me and saved my life in many ways. You didn't mention it but maybe if you haven't tried it yet, you could look into Ala-teen. I know it may sound corny or stupid but I've found often that when in crisis, I've prayed about it and then asked God to help me know the next right thing to do. It seems like the next day I found other possible solutions to my problem that I didn't see before. Is there a relative that maybe you could stay with instead of going to Italy? I know it's difficult but hang in there! Good luck !
You're in my thoughts and prayers
Maryann K
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