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Since I prefer being at least somewhat anonymous, it's quite hard to know how much about myself I can say, so I can be sure I'm safe.
One could say that I'm from a quite so ordinary family, with a quite so ordinary surroundings. I'm studying but I've also been working somewhat and one could say I enjoy life most of the time, eventhough one also could say, it hasn't been easy.
When I say I enjoy life I have to continue by saying that my life, as it is today is quite so comfortable and I can therefor enjoy it, at least some. But it's been hard, I can't say anything else but that, becouse it has.
I was sexually abused from early childhood. It sounds a bit weird saying that because behind those few words there's so much pain, agony and shame. Yes I was sexually abused and during a period of time even with ritual abuse as a part of it.
My first abuser was a man from the neighborhood where I spent the summers, the second one was also there, -as a relative of mine.
I've been raped several times, the last time early june, still suffering from that.
Making a page like this one is hard. It's hard because digs up the wounds that still isn't healed and while working with this page I've found out it was even harder than I thought.
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I'm not going to tell you the whole part of my story on this page, but if you want to know more about what I've been through you may klick here for further information about the abuse itself, that's very much part of my life even today.
As you may understand even looking at this page I like drawing and writing. Besides that I like travelling and taking photos.
The thing is, I could be anyone, aswell as the abuser of a child could be anyone walking towards you at the street.
However I strongly believe that there's something called survival, eventhough it sometimes feel impossible.
My life might have become something totally different that what it is today, if just... But it didn't.
The fact is still that I was sexually abused during childhood and that this will affect the rest of my life. This gives me the right to be angry with what happened. Angry and sad.
And I am. This is the only way for me to find my way over to the other side, and God knows it's a struggle.
With love and understanding (most of the time), (E-mail:) Tanase
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