Hi,
I was gang raped by four men when i was 12 years old, I am now 55, and i still find it hard to get over it. When it happened i felt ashamed and dirty, and thank God i didn't suffer any injuries, except emotional and mental ones. I was praying back then that i somehow wouldn't fall pregnant from that as i was terribly scared of what my mother would do. Mother was an alcoholic and Dad i could never talk to either about things like this. I know i was terribly scared and it was my first lesson about the birds and the bees. Boy! what a way to learn. I kept it hushed up and never never told anybody except when i shared this with my grown-up girls a few years ago. If i had told mum she would have blamed me. We had emigrated to Australia 3 years before and the country was still fairly new to all of us. I had so called friends that used me and i wish now that i had some sort of street sense in me to look after myself, to protect myself. I was very naive and until i was 9 i still believed that babies were delivered by storks. To add insult to injury i was molested by my father in my late teens. I felt betrayed and never trusted dad again. I was terribly hurt because he never did anything to my sisters, I mean i'm glad that he left my sisters alone, but i was somehow seen by him as a sex symbol. I went from loving dad, as i was close to him when i was a little girl, to never going near him again. The trust was lost completely. My sisters hailed him as a wonderful saint of a man but i never said anything, i didn't want to spoil the image of perfection they saw him as. Anyway, I have had unsuccessful relationships in the sex dept. with my ex-husband and now with my 2nd husband. I suffered postnatal depression with my 1st and 2nd child and bad anxiety. 6 years later i suffered another horrible bout of severe depression which seen me hospitalised. I could not understand what was happening to me. I was afraid, terrified of this great black hole inside my soul of which i felt i could not escape from, plus i had anxiety attacks. My 1st husband threatened to stick me in the looney bin if i didnt pull myself together and take the children off me. That would have destroyed me. I hated my ex for saying that, for not getting help, for not realising that there was something terribly wrong with me that i needed urgent treatment for it. I finally did get help, myself, yes myself. I went to my doctor and begged him to get me some help or else i felt i was going to do something silly as i was tired of feeling this way and i wanted someone who could tell me what i was suffering from. It was the loneliest period in my life and i used to go to church and read the Bible every day and pray daily to Jesus Christ. People in my church used to say why hasn't the Lord healed you yet? They would blame me. Some were saying that God wasn't healing me because i had a big sin in my soul and i hadn't dealt with it. I ended up leaving that church in the end because it was adding to my desperation. Anyway enough of this as i could write all night but i do still suffer from anxiety and clinical depression, i am on anti-depressants, which help me to keep stable thank God. I was hospitalised last year for 21 days in a Psych Hospital and had Shock treatment as i couldnt cope with life as it was then. Thank God i have a good Psychiatrist whom i can trust and i know cares. Sincerely, Lory(Australia) ( maria3255)