dear mom

dear mom how dare you have a relationship with me when you never supported me. how dare you seek MY support now?! i am struggling like crazy and wondering who's fault all this is - having trouble not taking blame - and do you speak on my behalf? not a word. not one. do you care that he hurt me? do you care that i hurt? do you even notice? i am angry with you as much as i am angry with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was 3, maybe even 2, and you abandoned me to him - you refused to question as i got older you even made more abuse possible by being absent and by assuring me i'd have plenty of time with my father how dare you call yourself a mother? i wish i could hate you! without love, your broken daughter

Going Mad...

the mad is taking over my brain. head spinning and screaming. i hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

more coming soon.....

Rosie is Dead

Rosie is dead.
they killed her.
she lays limp on the table
beaten, bloodied, raw
her life sucked out of her
to breathe no more.

this was her destiny
they decided it for her
and now she is gone.

DO NOT GRIEVE HER LOSS
blink your tears away
for it is morning
and though she is listless and pale
she has school to face.

they brought her back
in the middle of the night
put her into her own bed
to regain consciousness
doomed to face another day
another night
another dance with death

Why does no one see her pain?!
she lives her personal hell every night
writhing under their ever present hands
praying for death
but it never comes
she looses consciousness only to awaken again
in her own bed
alive.

WHY?! why… why… why….
Angie lives yet again
but Rosie is dead.

08/07/11 - AngieSue

devastated

drowning in tears. cant stop crying. been that way since the last post - weeks now.

the full weight of the sra is crushing me.

somebody care, please?

Emotional Overload

so here i am. all this work. years of it. only in the last year making progress but now that i have a t that "gets me" (and is leaving grrrrrr) i've finally made lots of progress. i should be doing better, right?

WRONG - i'm a basketcase. i finally let the part that hurts so badly talk in t - first time i've let her "out" there and what does she do? does she appreciate it and keep things in control? noooooooooooooooo of course not. she opens the emotional floodgates and leaves me a basketcase unable to stop the flood of emotions...

so a three hour trip turns into almost 5 as i cant get home because i'm switching between rational and stupid hysterical and cant drive. and then when i need to call for help, does my cell phone have battery? of course not.

stranded in orlando. the magical fun city. miserable and alone.

yes, i bet you've read between the lines and noticed my anger. i'm REALLY mad as a part of this emotional flooding... i hate mad. scares the daylights out of me.

idk what to do.

ugh

Transitions (venting)

beginning in the month of 9 (yes, the dreaded 9), i will be under the counsel of a new t. my old t (that's "therapist" to those of you not in the know) is being promoted. which means i'm being demoted. i can no longer see her - she'll only be seeing people who can pay t fees... (i see her under a victim services grant that allows me to see her without having to pay). however the grant is only for the t in this position and no other. so i'll be seeing her replacement.

that sounds simple enough - months warning, the chance to meet her before it's permanent, continuing under the grant, etc... except that it's not. soooooo not... yes, will continue under the grant, praise God, since i cannot afford t rates... and all those other things are also true. but (and yes, my but is a biggie) i have NOT had good luck with t's. finding K, my current t, has been hard enough. i went thru three other unqualified t's before her and each one scared me in their own unique ways... but TRUSTING someone ELSE with the painful and embarrassing details of my story... that's a ginormously huge task. one that i'm not sure i or J (the replacement t) are up to. she's just a beginner with no experience. and i'm just barely stable and in the middle of trauma work with no end in sight. AND i'm the only ritual abuse client that K has ever treated so the experience base is low to start with. closest we've come to qualified is that K is highly schooled in dissociation and DID and therefore can take severe abuse cases and deal with them. J has only expressed interest in these areas - no schooling AND no experience. How will she know how to guide me thru if she's not gone that way at least in theory?!

and if all that is not enough - she will be officially gone RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MONTH OF 9!!!!! my total WORST point of the year - it couldnt be worse unless she left on the 18th.

needless to say, i'm terrified. i WILL be giving it my all and i've already met J and started talking with K about the transition, i just feel so inadequate and so so scared.

guess i just needed to say that "out loud".

this is why i dont generally journal

i feel like this blog has just come down to a summary of how things are. that's not at all what i intended it to be. this is supposed to be a place to journal, to vent, to express myself and really, it's just (lately) one big apology letter for forgetting about it. that stops today.

these last few weeks have been very hard. i'm trying to be very open with my friends now - the ones i trust - to let them know where i am really at as much as possible - to be vulnerable enough to allow in the care that i so desperately need.

my one friend who i stay with for t, she knows i have "a dissociative disorder" but not that it's DID. DID is scary. The name is scary. The situations are scary. Everything about it is scary - at least to me. i so so so dont want to lose her.

and then all of the stuff lately. parts acting up, coming out, being so needy. flashbacks all over my days... and nights. nightmares of bizarre things like my mother being angry or my father trying to drown me (which really happened), or my friends getting angry or scared and running away. and of course the always repeating dream of the police chasing me down to kill me...

i dont even know why i'm writing this anymore. my head is so full and going so every which way, i guess this is going to be a "stream of consciousness" entry. confusing as all get out for anyone but me, but enough of a vent for me that i'll feel better when it's over.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the main flashback i've been having lately is driving me crazy. i was 12 or 13 and we had just moved in to the new house, not the one with the sra, but the one after, where he stalked us. i still had boxes everywhere and was going thru them when my dad came in angry as all get out and scary scary insane looking eyes. he threw me across the room onto my bed where i fell backward onto the mattress. bad bad bad. i forgot to apologize and i was in a bad position for this anger to be released on. i fought back. i thought i was fighting for my life. bad bad bad. fighting back is bad. he had my hands held down over my head and managed to get in a blow to my belly that was so hard it left me seeing stars and unable to move. before i knew what was happening, he'd taken my clothes and had me cowering under his anger. stupid stupid face. his stubble burning my skin as he hurt me. next thing i knew he had a knife. a madman with a knife. my father. oh god. he weilded the thing like crazy and before i could take a breath, he had it on my private parts. cutting them and causing awful pain. he was trying to hurt me bad bad bad. he was going to carve out my clitoris. stupid stupid stupid. nothing stopped him and i couldnt fight it hurt so so badly. idk how it ended. like most of my memories it cuts off there. i likely switched to deal with it. idk. but it freaks me out.

body memories. pain pain pain. miserable and fear like crazy.

idk. i have to stop now.

sorry.