2:54 PM - my god, my god, why have you forsaken me
Current mood:
angry
My father made me go to church three to four times a week when i lived with him. I hated him for making me go, because i hated it there, and never felt comfortable there. I hated him for taking me away from my grandmother, for forcing me to be in a family that was abusive. I hated him for every time that i tried to tell people, hoping somone would rescue me, he said i made everything up. i hate that when i tried to report my abuse, i was told that i was uncovering my spritual authority. I hated him for being him. All i ever wanted was to go home. i cried myself to sleep every night for 11 yrs. I tried to die so many times i can no longer count them. I was hospitalized for an eating disorder, and he told my psychiatrist that i didn't need the antidepressant she proscribed because god would make everything all better. I hated him for being in denial. (i'm bipolar, but i can take care of myself.)i hate my father for forsaking me. but there are worse things.
the church my father made me go to was always having a sex scandle. like i give a shit about other people's sex lives, but the point is this: when i was 12 i was in a church sponsered production of godspell, run by some guy in his early 20's. he raped me, the first rape of 4 rapes total that i've had to live with. when i tried to tell someone, they accused me of starting it. Sound familiar? Read the links below.
http://www.ajc.com/search/content/metro/stories/2006/11/21/metpaulk1121a.html

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