TW : sexual abuse, sex work, sex trafficking, stalking, eating disorder, self harm and else
I had been abused multiple time, physically and mentally, I guess I had one experience of bullying.
When I was a kid, around 8, I was sexually abused by my first stepfather until I reached 13, told it to my best friend at that time that contacted the child protection service. The only somehow "good" thing that happened is that my stepfather didn't denied and confessed during the trial.
After that I got sexually assaulted 4 different time, one was when I was going out around 14, when I was 18 by my boyfriend at that time (which was a stalker and abusing me mentally, had reported to the cops but nothing happened since he was part of an "organization" that have influence on corrupt cops) he drugged me and thankfully my flatmate found him and made him leave, then when I think I was 19 I don't remember clearly as the two last time happened the same year but i was going home after partying, I passed out drunk in the taxi and the taxi driver took me to a forest at the complete opposite of my place and well abused me, in the middle of it I gain back consciousness and was able to escape and the last time, was a bit before my 20's birthday, with my "pimp" we were staying at one of the guy that would "support me financially", she left to club as I was sick that day and he abused me during my sleep.
For the last time it happened I had a really hard time to heal from it as this time I finally gain the courage to say stop and fight back but he was twice my size and weight and he dared to told me that he wasn't raping me so i should stop resisting and later on when I found the courage to say it to my "pimp", she told me that it was my own fault and this stayed stuck in my mind for so long.
When it comes to my "pimp", in other words I was sexually trafficked, it took me some times to finally gather the courage to leave as she stole my passport, was stealing all the money I made (I was living abroad at that time). She was also physically abusing me, when we were going out to clubs she would humiliate me by spitting on me, taking off my wig in public, throwing her drinks at me, calling me a dog and so much more but also slapping me, scratching me.
One day I had enough and burst out of rage, we started fighting but unfortunately (to me or not cause i was ready to kill her) people passing by broke into the fight to stop us.
Once I went back to my country, her and a mutual friend tried to frame me, at that time I was still talking to this mutual friend thinking that I could trust her but turn out that she turned her back on me and was sharing everything I said. One day this bitch send screenshots to my parents that I was a sex worker and porn actress, thanks goodness that my family let me do whatever I want even if they don't approve, they didn't questioned me and just told me to go report everything to the cops which ofc they didn't do shit.
When it comes to the bullying, during my last year of middle school I decided to change school as all the people working there knew that I had been assaulted by my stepfather and I didn't felt anymore comfortable in that school so I went to another one and last a week there because I had put on Facebook that I missed my old school and everyone from that new school got it all twisted, thinking that I was saying shit about them so after the 2 days of me being popular in that school everyone decided to wrote a song about me « the red cow » (I had red hair and piercings all over my face at that time, so referencing to my septum), people were trying to snatch my back, push me and some girls even called their big brother to fight with me thinking that it would scared me but I was just responding back to everyone and was ready to fight whoever dared to mess with me but one day I totally exploded in front of the school and go completely berserk after my mom got to the principal to tell him everything and he dared to say right into my face that if those kids were bullying me it was my fault and not them nor the kids, so I just stopped going to that school.
And don't know which part it's supposed to fall under but I was receiving death threats online daily by unknown guys, so does also threats from miserable virgin that couldn't get no pussies, my phone number got linked on a revenge porn site by the ex that abused me and tons of other people that I never heard of would contact me and told me to be careful while giving me details of my life that they weren't supposed to know.
After all of this I went through a hikikomori phase, not going out of my room, not taking care of myself, the only time I was opening the door was to use the toilet and pick up the things I was telling my family to buy for me (alcohol, cigarettes and an excessive amount of snacks) I gained 30kg from not going out of my place for almost a year and at one point I was like « I can't stay like this forever » so I started to work on myself and heal from it, it was truly long and felt like forever, especially when it comes to the huge anxiety I had when going out, which now I still do have if I don't go out regurlarly but I was getting better, loose all the weight I gained, getting back my confidence, working on my alcohol addiction, everything was about my own well being and my goals, I was just so full of life, I take off everyone that wasn't a good impact in my life and just being me.
Until I met my actual partner but I had written a bit about it in a post so no need to repeat myself even if it wasn't even half of everything. (Mental abuse)
Then for the rest that has nothing to do with external people, I suffered from eating disorder from 5 years old till… good question, in some way still now but less than before, I was diagnosed with anorexia and bulimia, so all my life I always was on the extreme, loosing hella weight fast and gaining faster, to this day even if I'm a normal shape, like a thick just middle and never had any problem when it comes to attention from guys and even girls, like i definitely know that tons of people wants to slap tf out of me for it as in the past I joined multiple support groups about that and none of the girls were supporting of me because to them since I am popular among men and don't got any problem with getting their attention so does how I look was just triggering their own insecurities so they felt the need to reject me the way people reject them but to me I would never be good enough (physically) if I don't have the desire shape that I want even if I am fully aware that I'm actually good looking (no pretentious just obvious honesty)
Then recently, about a year ago I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder but I don't trust this diagnosis as it was at the emergency room after my second attempt of the year and the meds they put me on completely changed me and made me have actual crisis I never had before like never ever.
But then yea when it comes to diagnosed I was diagnosed those 3, anxiety (social too), severe depression and complex ptsd.
When it comes to self harm I had been doing it since I was 8, kept on doing it until 16 then stopped it until 19, from 19 till 20 and stop until last year so (22/23) and now back at it to calm myself during a crisis.
And I guess that's all, as I am still recovering slowly but surely my memories as I didn't had any memories before the age of 16.