I mentioned in the introductions that I have survived CSA, childhood sexual abuse. That's just a part of it. I was the family of origin's 'identified mental patient', and went through all kinds of abuse in hospitals and retraumatization as an adult. I'm still fighting this war that somebody else needed to start on me.
One therapist told me that my mental health was better than most people's because I work at it. Well, I have more work to go. I have to get myself healed up enough toget off of Soc. Security Disability, which has been my 'lifestyle' since I was 22. I'm now 52. It's a wonder I haven't given up.
I I was verbally/emotionally abused by a therapist so badly that I got PTSD from it. I no longer have the flashbacks of him screaming in my face every morning as he did at our last session. In fact, I no longer answer to him in my mind. I guess there are plenty of horrible things that DIDN"T happen to me, and I'm grateful for that.
I somehow got through college an inch at a time. I am a part-time teacher. I teach creative drama to a group of 3rd- 5th grade students. It is rewarding. I've been training as a jazz vocalist for several years. I want to sing out more places. Where I live, there are so many musicians, not that many of us get paid. I also like to paint watercolors and have sold some art over the years.
It's scary to go on sometimes. I don't want to give up. I believe at least sometimes, that we all have true purpose in life and that is a reason to keep going.
I am touched by reading others' stories here. I wish all of you peace, safety, and comfort in your sorrow. And some laughter wouldn't hurt, either.
Thanks for reading this.
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