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beachcooky -> I was abused (6/22/2008 3:50:57 PM)
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Ever since age 9, I had such a heart for God. I loved Him soooo much. But then, my dad started kicking me. It started out small, but it got worst over time. In 8th grade, I started cutting and I went to the hospital. My dad looked at me and called me "crazy". What I needed the most was a Father that wouldn't judge me, but just be there for me. During 8th grade, I finally turned my back on God cos he didn't take the depression and the hurt and the pain away. I was made fun of soo much at my school. I was alone in this world, literally. Family judged me, no friends, and even God wasn't there for me. After I was out of the hospital, my Dad made a promise to never lay his hand on me again. I believed him, because I knew he felt bad about it. However, that didn't last TOO long. 9th grade came rolling along, and my Dad got too out of control. He started throwing things at me, kicking me where I couldn't breathe, choking me, threatening to do things to me, giving me bloody noses. And after that, I hate a full hatred towards the man. I'm almost close to tears, but it wouldn't be the first time crying over how much I don't like my Dad. I tried calling the police, but my dad always pulled me away and kicked me and told me if I ever touched the phone, he would do something really awful. I finally had it and I started fighting back. I did tons of things that I am ashamed of, but I had so much hatred towards the man I called Father. I was the one who was punished. I was sent to numerous hospitals, and they told me that it was MY fault. That it was MY behaviors that caused my Dad to do it to me. I was sent to a residential facility, where my Dad didn't get even punished. But I was. It hurt so much and I had so much guilt because I actually believed it was my behaviors that led him to do this. I mean, I was very out of control and I knew I caused a lot of harm to people. But whatever I did, my Dad shouldn't have laid his hands on me. I am back living at home, and my Dad and I get along. But I still have some anger towards him. But here is the prayer I am asking, I need you to pray for me and for healing. I have nightmares about my Dad and I having fights. And I wake up screaming and crying and thrashing around. I was diagnosed with Post-traumatic Stress Disorder. I hope this wasn't too long. I hope you read this whole thing. But thats what I need prayer. :/
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