Shadowprophet
Truthiness
This story is different, Every word of it is Truth, Not one letter in this event is fictional, Some of you Will leave this story thinking What a Fucked up life shadow had. Others Will know that life isn't perfect and fucked up things in one way or another have happened to us all.
I share this story, Only because Shame isn't an emotion I know. Shame is for the guilty, Shame is for the weak. Shame is an illusion in a world where no one is perfect.
I have a female Cousin She is literally only two years older than me, She has a name But it's not necessary for the story. The events of her life progress something like this.
She was, taken into the woods by my great uncle and he did things to her when she was just 6 years old, When Her Father, Found them, He shot my great uncle dead right there in front of her, He surprisingly only did two years in prison for this. My Cuson, She, later on, Took me into the woods and did things to me. I was five years old, This may or may not have messed me up mentally, I mean, I have issues, But, For knowing her story and how messed up she was, I never really hated her. I was different, My mother raised me to believe fucked up things happen and we must be strong and soldier through the hard times. Soldier on I did, Later on in life, We all grew up, "All being, me My brother and her brother" Moved out on our own and had our own lives. Only, She didn't, She never left home, She never had a boyfriend and she never showed any interest in leaving home.
I accepted that these were choices she had made, But I've come to realize these really weren't choices, These were things other people did to her. The reason I bring this up is, For me, it was just a weird thing that happened once, I've been to therapy and it's all sorted and boxed away.
But, I saw her the other day when I had to go to see doctor Corba, Of course, she and her mother were there at the hospital together, I mean, they are family, So I spoke to them. She wouldn't speak, You can imagine there would be a litany of reasons that she wouldn't speak to me, But the true reason she didn't speak was, She has been seeing doctors for months now, For something called locked-in syndrome. It wasn't like she was catatonic, It was like, She was on another page. Like she was somewhere, But just not there.
People can think what they will,. Some hateful people could say, Well shadow, You should hate that Bitch, Well I don't. Life isn't about holding on to hate and grudges, Life isn't about seeing someone who desperately needs help and taking that time to kick them, If anything, I feel great sympathy and love for her, She deserved better out of life.
Those things just never really messed me up all that bad, I mean, Life was hard enough for me with a mother who insisted I in the fourth grade should be able to do her college homework, So why should something like that destroy me psychologically, Short answer is, It didn't. Honestly, I feel so sorry for her, She never had a chance at life and happiness, She is the real victim here. It almost makes me cry when I think about her.
So why did I tell this story, Because If I don't tell the story, Then this story dies with me, It's such an unfair story, That It urges being told, It urges being told for this very reason, There is a great Hush on things like this, Never talk about it, Never share it, Because of how people will look at you and how they will react.
Well, I'm a literal clinical genius that doesn't have to worry about money till the day I die. I have nothing to fear and nothing to hide and peoples judgments are little more than echos of opinions they hide behind, because I promise you, in this Group here at these forums, There are more people With stories just like this one, They simply don't speak about them, Because of the Great hush.
It's a cycle of abuse that started from our great uncle and it messed her up for life.
Abuse Is a terrible thing, It leaves a mark that never goes away, Abusers are often victims themselves and nothing really makes sense. It's a cycle of hate that was passed down possibly through generations and it ended with me and my cousin.
What is so strange about this story is, It leaves me wondering, Where did it all come from, The abuse, What is the True origin. Of course, it would be easy to say, Our great uncle, And that is fair enough, But I think it's also a safe bet, he was abused too.
What a fucked up and Very true story this is, If Nevik decided to delete it, I would understand, IT just needed to be told.
I share this story, Only because Shame isn't an emotion I know. Shame is for the guilty, Shame is for the weak. Shame is an illusion in a world where no one is perfect.
I have a female Cousin She is literally only two years older than me, She has a name But it's not necessary for the story. The events of her life progress something like this.
She was, taken into the woods by my great uncle and he did things to her when she was just 6 years old, When Her Father, Found them, He shot my great uncle dead right there in front of her, He surprisingly only did two years in prison for this. My Cuson, She, later on, Took me into the woods and did things to me. I was five years old, This may or may not have messed me up mentally, I mean, I have issues, But, For knowing her story and how messed up she was, I never really hated her. I was different, My mother raised me to believe fucked up things happen and we must be strong and soldier through the hard times. Soldier on I did, Later on in life, We all grew up, "All being, me My brother and her brother" Moved out on our own and had our own lives. Only, She didn't, She never left home, She never had a boyfriend and she never showed any interest in leaving home.
I accepted that these were choices she had made, But I've come to realize these really weren't choices, These were things other people did to her. The reason I bring this up is, For me, it was just a weird thing that happened once, I've been to therapy and it's all sorted and boxed away.
But, I saw her the other day when I had to go to see doctor Corba, Of course, she and her mother were there at the hospital together, I mean, they are family, So I spoke to them. She wouldn't speak, You can imagine there would be a litany of reasons that she wouldn't speak to me, But the true reason she didn't speak was, She has been seeing doctors for months now, For something called locked-in syndrome. It wasn't like she was catatonic, It was like, She was on another page. Like she was somewhere, But just not there.
People can think what they will,. Some hateful people could say, Well shadow, You should hate that Bitch, Well I don't. Life isn't about holding on to hate and grudges, Life isn't about seeing someone who desperately needs help and taking that time to kick them, If anything, I feel great sympathy and love for her, She deserved better out of life.
Those things just never really messed me up all that bad, I mean, Life was hard enough for me with a mother who insisted I in the fourth grade should be able to do her college homework, So why should something like that destroy me psychologically, Short answer is, It didn't. Honestly, I feel so sorry for her, She never had a chance at life and happiness, She is the real victim here. It almost makes me cry when I think about her.
So why did I tell this story, Because If I don't tell the story, Then this story dies with me, It's such an unfair story, That It urges being told, It urges being told for this very reason, There is a great Hush on things like this, Never talk about it, Never share it, Because of how people will look at you and how they will react.
Well, I'm a literal clinical genius that doesn't have to worry about money till the day I die. I have nothing to fear and nothing to hide and peoples judgments are little more than echos of opinions they hide behind, because I promise you, in this Group here at these forums, There are more people With stories just like this one, They simply don't speak about them, Because of the Great hush.
It's a cycle of abuse that started from our great uncle and it messed her up for life.
Abuse Is a terrible thing, It leaves a mark that never goes away, Abusers are often victims themselves and nothing really makes sense. It's a cycle of hate that was passed down possibly through generations and it ended with me and my cousin.
What is so strange about this story is, It leaves me wondering, Where did it all come from, The abuse, What is the True origin. Of course, it would be easy to say, Our great uncle, And that is fair enough, But I think it's also a safe bet, he was abused too.
What a fucked up and Very true story this is, If Nevik decided to delete it, I would understand, IT just needed to be told.
