anastenka
Rosa
- Apr 25, 2024
- 75
I grew up in a house that was very divided, my parents were divorced but still lived together with myself, my sister and grandparents (father's side).
My grandpa had always been a nasty man, he would beat me, lock me outside and force me to sleep in the dog bed. All while making empty threats on my life, my mothers, and sisters.
A lot changed after my grandma died, she was my rock, a safe place I could turn to. My dad left, choosing to eat at my home but live with his new family. I never saw him much
I was a naive little girl, who just wanted to be loved. My grandpa took advantage of that
Shortly after my ninth birthday his entire demeanour changed, he acted like a different person. He was kind
He would take me on all sorts of fishing trips, make me tea when I couldn't sleep, and even play with me on his small tablet.
I hadn't realised he had ill intentions, I just felt good, I thought I had finally done right by him.
I always had trouble sleeping, I would come downstairs at late night to find him still awake and on his device, I would always join him
It begun when he started showing me explicit pornography, telling me that this was how a "good wife" should behave. I had no idea what I was watching, but I knew it was wrong.
The touching came soon after. I remember being asleep in the living room, the soft buzz from the fish tank in the background when I woke up to find his hand in my shorts, fondling my intimate parts.
He would make me perform favours for him and force himself on me whenever I was alone, whenever my dad was gone
He would also be rather pervy, peeing in the kitchen sink where I could catch a glimpse, watching me as I took a bath.
I felt disgusted, I felt gross and horrible. But that was my reality
Shortly after my tenth birthday I began self harming, I thought, If I made myself 'ugly' he would stop all this nonsense and leave me alone.
And he did for a while, but then the threats returned. I was scared, scared he might try and do same to my little sister. So with as much bravery I could muster, I made the offers, doing stuff with him out of pure love.
Of course he didn't want to touch me then, I was ruined beyond repair. And after my parents discovered my self harm the encounters stopped completely.
I was a lost cause, I had attempted suicide and was withdrawn from school, returning to a reserved one for children with mental health disorders like myself.
No one knew, I couldn't tell anyone
A few years later my mother finally was able to move out, taking me and my sister with her. All was calm and well for a little while.
My grandpa passed away about six months after our move, I by then had buried a lot of what I went through, barely remembering it.
I was admitted to a psychiatric facility later that year, coming out worse than before.
The following year my mother prompted a question, asking if my grandfather did anything to me. The nightmares came back and I remembered EVERYTHING
I was a lost cause once more, I had relapsed and was distraught. My mother the same, she had thought back on some signs but never thought much of it back then. It wasn't her fault, but she blamed herself.
My agonising fear of being asleep? My urine infections? My clear discomfort around any male friends of hers? It wasn't her fault, but she blamed herself.
I still haven't recovered, I'm 18 and mutilated inside out, scarred from something I can't just patch up.
My life has been awful since it begun and I cannot go on pretending that it's normal anymore.
I don't want to lie and say it gets better, for me it hasn't. I want to die, I really want to die. If someone in or around London wants to go with me please reply I'm so desperate.
My grandpa had always been a nasty man, he would beat me, lock me outside and force me to sleep in the dog bed. All while making empty threats on my life, my mothers, and sisters.
A lot changed after my grandma died, she was my rock, a safe place I could turn to. My dad left, choosing to eat at my home but live with his new family. I never saw him much
I was a naive little girl, who just wanted to be loved. My grandpa took advantage of that
Shortly after my ninth birthday his entire demeanour changed, he acted like a different person. He was kind
He would take me on all sorts of fishing trips, make me tea when I couldn't sleep, and even play with me on his small tablet.
I hadn't realised he had ill intentions, I just felt good, I thought I had finally done right by him.
I always had trouble sleeping, I would come downstairs at late night to find him still awake and on his device, I would always join him
It begun when he started showing me explicit pornography, telling me that this was how a "good wife" should behave. I had no idea what I was watching, but I knew it was wrong.
The touching came soon after. I remember being asleep in the living room, the soft buzz from the fish tank in the background when I woke up to find his hand in my shorts, fondling my intimate parts.
He would make me perform favours for him and force himself on me whenever I was alone, whenever my dad was gone
He would also be rather pervy, peeing in the kitchen sink where I could catch a glimpse, watching me as I took a bath.
I felt disgusted, I felt gross and horrible. But that was my reality
Shortly after my tenth birthday I began self harming, I thought, If I made myself 'ugly' he would stop all this nonsense and leave me alone.
And he did for a while, but then the threats returned. I was scared, scared he might try and do same to my little sister. So with as much bravery I could muster, I made the offers, doing stuff with him out of pure love.
Of course he didn't want to touch me then, I was ruined beyond repair. And after my parents discovered my self harm the encounters stopped completely.
I was a lost cause, I had attempted suicide and was withdrawn from school, returning to a reserved one for children with mental health disorders like myself.
No one knew, I couldn't tell anyone
A few years later my mother finally was able to move out, taking me and my sister with her. All was calm and well for a little while.
My grandpa passed away about six months after our move, I by then had buried a lot of what I went through, barely remembering it.
I was admitted to a psychiatric facility later that year, coming out worse than before.
The following year my mother prompted a question, asking if my grandfather did anything to me. The nightmares came back and I remembered EVERYTHING
I was a lost cause once more, I had relapsed and was distraught. My mother the same, she had thought back on some signs but never thought much of it back then. It wasn't her fault, but she blamed herself.
My agonising fear of being asleep? My urine infections? My clear discomfort around any male friends of hers? It wasn't her fault, but she blamed herself.
I still haven't recovered, I'm 18 and mutilated inside out, scarred from something I can't just patch up.
My life has been awful since it begun and I cannot go on pretending that it's normal anymore.
I don't want to lie and say it gets better, for me it hasn't. I want to die, I really want to die. If someone in or around London wants to go with me please reply I'm so desperate.