Post by KateFan on Oct 26, 2007 0:33:05 GMT -5
I am going to have a really hard time telling you all about this, but I feel like I need all the support I can get right now. I didn't get a chance to read JF's thread before she edited it, but I can relate to what she is talking about to an extent. This is where it's going to get hard to talk about...
When I was 9 years old, I was in my parents bedroom with my father and was looking though a medical book. I flipped to a page where it showed a pregnate womans transparent stomach. I asked him how the baby got in there and he said do you want me to show you and I said yes, thinking he was going to draw me a picture or something...but nooooooooooooo, he physically showed me. That went on for 6 more years, almost every single day along with verbal abuse. He was a drill sargent in the army and he didn't leave his job at the office, he brought his commanding, dominering, controling, hateful attitude home and took it out on my mom, sister, and me. I had it SO ingrained into my head that if I said one word about this that he would deny the whole d**n thing, the family would hate me, they would turn their backs on me, I would basically have nowhere to go. This went from ages 9-15 almost every single freakin day! I added it up and it happened OVER 2000 times!!! When I did add it up it pissed me off SOOOOOOO BAD!!!!!
The last straw was one of the times that he woke me up with it. He went to the office afterwords, I told my sister, she said that it was happening to her too, and we went outside and didn't come back in until Mom got home around 8PM that night. She had told me to clean up the kitchen that day and I didn't do it because I didn't go inside the entire day. So, when she went inside my sister and I followed her. We both went to our bedrooms and apparently mom went into the kitchen to find our father doing the dishes and she came into my room to yell at me for not doing what she had told me to do that day. I started crying hysterically. She went over to the bed, sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong. That is when I spilled the beans. I don't remember the exact words I used but I told her that he had been sexually molesting me. She didn't need to know how long, she went in the kitchen and asked if it was true. He didn't deny it. She got SOOOOO MAD!!! Mom told him to go pack his bags and get out of her house, but when he was packing she told him that she wanted to talk to him before he left. They had a LONG converstation in the living room. My sister and I were in there but said nothing because we were both terrified of him now that we said something. Personally, I didn't know how the family would take it. Now that I knew that Mom was on our side, how would his side of the family take it???
Mom called the police after he left and I had to go get that d**n rape kit done, which confirmed what I had told them happened that morning. My sister didn't have to get it done because it didn't happen to her that day. It really hurts like hell to get that thing done but I couldn't really feel anything anyway because I was numb for the rest of the day. After that whole speal was over with, mom, my sister, and I went back to the house and went to bed. Mom called Grandma over to the house the next day and we told her what happened. She...omg! She got SO protective of me and my sister it was insane. We went to school that day (which was a Monday) and had to ask a couple of friends of mine if he did anything like that to them because they had spent the night a few times. Amy and Kristy got a whole mixture of emotions, mainly wanting to kill him for doing that to me since they didn't know my sister that well. Mom had called the both the high school and middle school and told them to put a freeze on our school records, to not let anyone get them unless it was her. Well, I got called down to the office when I was going to English class and found out that he was trying to get the records. He was trying to kidnap us and take off. Mom and Grandma got to us first. Mom and Grandma took my sister and I to the house and we started calling family members to meet at my Aunt and Uncle Kevin and Alicia's house at a certian time...it's an emergency. They all came, Mom told and the whole family backed me and my sister up and still do to this day.
Since then, he's been in and out of prison (the bastard only served 4 years! Can you beleive that!!!) and is trying to be the father that he never was. I almost fell for it because I didn't want to beleive that someone that was SUPPOSED to protect me, defend me, love me as a father/daughter should, ever did that. I'm finally getting to that stage where it is making me so mad that I want to go and do some major damage to that SOB!
This is a HUGE thing for me to tell you all this. I just hope that I don't end up regreting it. I hate putting my problems on other people but then agian I also know that holding it all in is worse. This is one of the main reasons you all haven't seen me around the board lately...I'm having a really hard time dealing with this right now.
When I was 9 years old, I was in my parents bedroom with my father and was looking though a medical book. I flipped to a page where it showed a pregnate womans transparent stomach. I asked him how the baby got in there and he said do you want me to show you and I said yes, thinking he was going to draw me a picture or something...but nooooooooooooo, he physically showed me. That went on for 6 more years, almost every single day along with verbal abuse. He was a drill sargent in the army and he didn't leave his job at the office, he brought his commanding, dominering, controling, hateful attitude home and took it out on my mom, sister, and me. I had it SO ingrained into my head that if I said one word about this that he would deny the whole d**n thing, the family would hate me, they would turn their backs on me, I would basically have nowhere to go. This went from ages 9-15 almost every single freakin day! I added it up and it happened OVER 2000 times!!! When I did add it up it pissed me off SOOOOOOO BAD!!!!!
The last straw was one of the times that he woke me up with it. He went to the office afterwords, I told my sister, she said that it was happening to her too, and we went outside and didn't come back in until Mom got home around 8PM that night. She had told me to clean up the kitchen that day and I didn't do it because I didn't go inside the entire day. So, when she went inside my sister and I followed her. We both went to our bedrooms and apparently mom went into the kitchen to find our father doing the dishes and she came into my room to yell at me for not doing what she had told me to do that day. I started crying hysterically. She went over to the bed, sat down next to me and asked me what was wrong. That is when I spilled the beans. I don't remember the exact words I used but I told her that he had been sexually molesting me. She didn't need to know how long, she went in the kitchen and asked if it was true. He didn't deny it. She got SOOOOO MAD!!! Mom told him to go pack his bags and get out of her house, but when he was packing she told him that she wanted to talk to him before he left. They had a LONG converstation in the living room. My sister and I were in there but said nothing because we were both terrified of him now that we said something. Personally, I didn't know how the family would take it. Now that I knew that Mom was on our side, how would his side of the family take it???
Mom called the police after he left and I had to go get that d**n rape kit done, which confirmed what I had told them happened that morning. My sister didn't have to get it done because it didn't happen to her that day. It really hurts like hell to get that thing done but I couldn't really feel anything anyway because I was numb for the rest of the day. After that whole speal was over with, mom, my sister, and I went back to the house and went to bed. Mom called Grandma over to the house the next day and we told her what happened. She...omg! She got SO protective of me and my sister it was insane. We went to school that day (which was a Monday) and had to ask a couple of friends of mine if he did anything like that to them because they had spent the night a few times. Amy and Kristy got a whole mixture of emotions, mainly wanting to kill him for doing that to me since they didn't know my sister that well. Mom had called the both the high school and middle school and told them to put a freeze on our school records, to not let anyone get them unless it was her. Well, I got called down to the office when I was going to English class and found out that he was trying to get the records. He was trying to kidnap us and take off. Mom and Grandma got to us first. Mom and Grandma took my sister and I to the house and we started calling family members to meet at my Aunt and Uncle Kevin and Alicia's house at a certian time...it's an emergency. They all came, Mom told and the whole family backed me and my sister up and still do to this day.
Since then, he's been in and out of prison (the bastard only served 4 years! Can you beleive that!!!) and is trying to be the father that he never was. I almost fell for it because I didn't want to beleive that someone that was SUPPOSED to protect me, defend me, love me as a father/daughter should, ever did that. I'm finally getting to that stage where it is making me so mad that I want to go and do some major damage to that SOB!
This is a HUGE thing for me to tell you all this. I just hope that I don't end up regreting it. I hate putting my problems on other people but then agian I also know that holding it all in is worse. This is one of the main reasons you all haven't seen me around the board lately...I'm having a really hard time dealing with this right now.
