Hi everyone I feel since آپ joined this group (I'm not calling it a پرستار club) I think y'all should know what caused me to make this. Ok it started when I met my best friend Rachael Rebecca Starr. She was always a good friend to me and I knew I couldn't hide anything from her she was way to observant. But so am I. I started noticing bruises on her arms. She was clumsy so I thought nothin of it. The days were getting hotter so we started wearing shorts sleeves and stuff like that. The bruises they weren't covered much and I knew it wasn't her clumsiness. I looked at my shoulders and saw the bruises that I had. Shaped in the form of hands. My fathers hands. I confronted her tellin her I knew someone was hurting her. At first she denied it but she finally gave in and told me. She trusted me with her secret so I told her mine and surprisingly I've been dealing with the same thing longer than she did. She didn't come to school one دن and I brought her homework I'm not reliving that دن but it ended badly for Rachael. I won't be able to see her smile anymore. I won't be able to say happy birthday to her now. It all happened because of her father.
I'm sure most of آپ are like what the fuck is she going on about so here is the truth: my father abused me for 9 years. All for nothing. He just needed someone to take his angr out on. Unforutanly he chose me. I told آپ all about Rachael because she died at the hands of her fathr. I guess when my father heard of Rachael he snapped and well I don't hav bruises any more. My life and rachael's life were built up in fear and pain. This compelled me to make this. And I know I کہا I never was abused but it made me feel like a coward. Cause I know none of ya know where i live. None of ya no what I look like. None of ya know what my dad looks like so why should I be afraid to tell you. I know some people are gonna think I'm only looking for sympathy and pity but I'm not I actually hate it when people talk to me with sumapthy. This is Important to me. And I would really like مزید people to شامل میں this. I don't care what people think of me after I post this so just message me یا write inthe تبصرے I would really apprciate it if someone would put up vids and pics. Plz رپورٹ child abuse. I went through it and no one else should either. No one was there to help me. I have anger problems and trust issues. This all happened because of my father. I have found the will to forgive him but not entirely. I'm wary when my mother tells me to he with my father I feel sad when I see the face of guilt he has when he rembers whelat he did to me. Like a saying says: bruises fade. But memory and pain never will. Think about how mAny lives can be saved. If آپ think یا know someone is being abused رپورٹ it. So they will feel a sense that someone Actually cares. I kno the feelings of selfhatred and anger all to well and I feel no one should either. رپورٹ CHILD ABUSE......
I'm sure most of آپ are like what the fuck is she going on about so here is the truth: my father abused me for 9 years. All for nothing. He just needed someone to take his angr out on. Unforutanly he chose me. I told آپ all about Rachael because she died at the hands of her fathr. I guess when my father heard of Rachael he snapped and well I don't hav bruises any more. My life and rachael's life were built up in fear and pain. This compelled me to make this. And I know I کہا I never was abused but it made me feel like a coward. Cause I know none of ya know where i live. None of ya no what I look like. None of ya know what my dad looks like so why should I be afraid to tell you. I know some people are gonna think I'm only looking for sympathy and pity but I'm not I actually hate it when people talk to me with sumapthy. This is Important to me. And I would really like مزید people to شامل میں this. I don't care what people think of me after I post this so just message me یا write inthe تبصرے I would really apprciate it if someone would put up vids and pics. Plz رپورٹ child abuse. I went through it and no one else should either. No one was there to help me. I have anger problems and trust issues. This all happened because of my father. I have found the will to forgive him but not entirely. I'm wary when my mother tells me to he with my father I feel sad when I see the face of guilt he has when he rembers whelat he did to me. Like a saying says: bruises fade. But memory and pain never will. Think about how mAny lives can be saved. If آپ think یا know someone is being abused رپورٹ it. So they will feel a sense that someone Actually cares. I kno the feelings of selfhatred and anger all to well and I feel no one should either. رپورٹ CHILD ABUSE......
Child abuse is emotional -- constantly blaming یا putting down a child; excessive yelling, shaming.
Child abuse is sexual -- incest, any forced sexual activity, exposure to sexual stimulation not appropriate for the child's age.
Child abuse is neglect -- a pattern of failure to provide for the child's physical needs, such as food, clothing, shelter, and medical care; a pattern of failure to provide for the child's emotional needs, such as affection, attention, and supervision
My mask is slowly crumbling. It is getting harder and harder each دن to pretend everything is ok. I know I have to wear a mask made of stone, but every stone cracks once in a while and mine is just beginning. And when my mask finally comes off, the truth will finally be here. But until that day, Until the دن my mask falls off my face I will stay standing In the hallway of pain, right in between the doors of Love and Hate, waiting to see which door will open first. Not screaming. Not breathing. Just waiting. Waiting for the دن that someone saves me. Saves me from another دن of beating. Waiting for my mask to fall of my face. Waiting....