Domestic Abuse Awareness, (my story)

As we all know October is domestic abuse awareness. . It has been three years since I have been free from my past abuse.

I know I am a survivor and I am a strong woman and no one will ever abuse me again.  I have let go and forgiven my past . There will always be a memory of my past inside me, whether it’s a dream of my abusers , something someone says that triggers or even something on television. I know they are only memories that will keep me strong.

Here is my testimony

I have been a victim of abuse sexually , physically and mentally since early childhood years. As a child I was sexually abused a family member. . I learn to hide in closets or wherever to hide when alone feeling shamed..

At 19 years old I graduated from high school . I moved in with my first (love). Stayed with him for 12 years in all. This man was a drinker and tend to be mentally abusive to me. For a short time I started to drink just to cope with issues that bothered me and to fit in his lifestyle. Working two jobs and supporting him and drinking habit became stressful as we fought a lot. I quit drinking when I realized that drinking was becoming a habit. After six years I had my firstborn and seen the true side of where things stood between us. He made it clear he did not want to be a dad. I suffered My first nervous breakdown in the December of 1997 just after my daughter also became a 4 year old sex abuse victim by her father’s friend. In 1998 I had my second child (unplanned pregnancy) and still no change of their father’s drinking and arguing with me. I had two more breakdowns and became agoraphobic hiding pain inside..

When I finally grew the courage, I left this man to go into another burning trap. I met my soon to be ex husband when my youngest was five months old… 14 more years of abuse that was worse than the other because he was also a very abusive drunk. I was beaten, had knives put to my throat, and sexually assaulted on many occasions ( forced anal sex). Hiding from the shame of abuse and hurt became a part of my life. Isolating me and my babies from people so they never would see the truth and judge me for it. Suffering with agoraphobia, ptsd , anxiety and depression, I have been in and out of mental hospitals through these years; I never told doctors or therapist my life at home.. In March 2012 I suffered the last abuse, betrayed by raped ( including sodemy) by the hands of my husband. I couldn’t’t take anymore hurt and felt my children deserved a stronger mom as they became more and more aware of my abuse.I ended the marriage and I finally grew the courage to begin to speak out.

I now dedicate myself to reach out and continue telling my abuse as it helps me just by knowing I can make a difference in others situations. I don’t care if I change one or a handful of victims to become survivors like I am . I know at times I may still struggle or fall but Jesus will keep catching me when I do..

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7 thoughts on “Domestic Abuse Awareness, (my story)

    • Your welcome. By my telling my story it helps my heal, it also helps me accept that God had his plan. That plan is to reach out and speak out to help any person out there realize they can speak out they are not alone.

    • Thank you Ishare my story in hopes that I can reach victims that are going through the same situation I have lived. Let them know they are not alone and have courage to get out of abuse. I am 45 years old and lived in abusive situtations right up until age42. Speak out now!!!

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