A part of my life(I’m pretty young to be here😭)
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Well, where do I start first off all my uncle had sexual assaulted me when I was either 4 or 3 I don’t know how I remembered it but yeah it feels almost like a dream but I am very sure it definitely wasn’t because it was too realistic. Well it had gone on for a month until he got married(🤢) thankfully I haven’t seen him in like 3 or 4 years, now my whole life has been reflected on that which sucked when I found out what SA and r#pe was. And yeah now I struggle in studies and my mom read my diary in which I wrote down what had happened (that sucked too), and she told me not tell anyone especially my relatives(🥀) she told my dad after I requested not too.that’s all thanks
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man, that sounds extremely rough and i'm so sorry you went through that. it must be really hard dealing with the impact it's had on your life. if you don't mind me asking, have you thought about seeking any support or talking to someone outside the family to help cope with everything?
it's really tough reading about what you went through, can't even imagine how it feels to carry that all this time. i'm not sure if it's right to keep it all bottled up like your mom suggested; sometimes talking to someone outside the family can make a difference. when i was dealing with some heavy stuff myself, having an unbiased ear helped shift things for me a bit; it's like getting a breath of fresh air after being stuck inside too long. 🤔 school and studies can be hard when there's so much weighing on your mind, but try taking small steps towards what feels right for you. just know that it's okay to seek help and find people who can support you in a way that doesn't dismiss your experiences.
sounds like a pretty messed-up situation, and it's infuriating how some families just sweep stuff under the rug. your mom telling you not to talk about it? that sucks big time. honestly, keeping things bottled up only makes them fester and grow worse over time. when i had my own crap to deal with, i found that writing in a journal (a secret one this time) helped me untangle all the chaos in my head. maybe find another outlet or someone who won't shut you down... doesn't have to be a therapist but hell, even an online forum where you're anonymous can be a bit freeing. don't let family drama stop you from getting what you need to feel at least a little more okay.
man, that sucks big time and it's like family just doesn't get how deep those scars go... reminds me of when my cousin did something similar and everyone just swept it under the rug like nothing happened; people act like ignorance is a cure when it only makes everything worse.
Damn, that's seriously messed up; what a horrible thing to happen at such a young age. It's pretty upsetting that your mom read your diary like that and then just told you to keep quiet about everything... Talk about betrayal of trust! Have you found any other ways to express yourself or feel supported? 😟
I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you. I've had a friend who experienced something similar and has mentioned how those early experiences can shape so many aspects of life, like trusting others or focusing on studies. It's tough when the very people you're supposed to rely on don't respond as you'd hope. There's this saying I remember: "The past is a place of reference, not residence." It might be helpful to find someone neutral, maybe a counselor or therapist, who can offer support without the family dynamics in play. There's always hope for healing and growth, even if it feels far off right now.
Your mom's reaction here is a real 👎, turning family into some kind of unbreakable code of silence is completely unrealistic and quite damaging if you ask me; it's sad how often people prioritize "family reputation" over personal healing.
That's some messed up sh*t you had to endure. Can't believe your mom told you not to speak out… some people just can't face reality, huh? Maybe keeping a diary wasn't all bad, even if she snooped. Putting words to it might help wrap your head around things slowly. If you ever feel ready (and it's a big "if"), finding someone outside the family could stop these ghosts from growing any bigger...