***I posted this yesterday, but it didn't show up. I really need help. This is disturbing me. It's not easy just to "let it go". Please give me some advice on how to cope. (Sorry so long)
Why did I grow up in an environment with lots of violent, rowdy people? People looked for reasons to fight & hurt each other. Why? I just wanna know if it's normal.
I used to hate when the former foster family used to tell me, "People out in da street ain't gon' play that foolishness with you! Yo' @$$ is gonna wind up in jail or dead & deserve it. You're gonna go out in the street & wind up getting hurt. Nobody is gonna tolerate your bull****! Nobody is gonna put up with you cuttin' up!"
& they KNEW we have mental illnesses. I might have a Tourette's tic, such as uncontrollable facial twitching, & receive a 3-hr. long lecture about how I DESERVE to be dead, & how I "put myself in the position to DESERVE to be abused". & when I walked away from them talking to me like that, they would choke, beat, punch, etc. or do anything to me. & they gave neighbors & strangers permission to abuse us, & so did the cops, since the cops were buddy-buddy with them. I know I'll be 25 next week, but with my unwanted OCD thoughts, I get very upset with this replaying in my head like a broken record. "Your @$$ is gonna wind up dead!" My friend said these people really damaged my self-esteem & contributed to making my mental illnesses worse than what they would naturally be.
I just feel like CRYING right now because of the abuse they put me through. & they stole my checks when I turned 18. I'm here in the US. I really feel like I have no right to live. I mean, how do the cops ENCOURAGE the foster family to choke me? I can just "feel" the foster brother pounding & beating on me, him putting me in wrestling moves where I can't breathe, I can FEEL those belt beatings, the busted lips, the black eyes, the being forced to eat out of the trash can. & then they make threats to take me to court for slander, & 'TIL THIS DAY, they STILL hack my MySpace acct. & stalk my blogs to see if I was talking about them or not. I'm SO serious! I HATE almost everyone I know. EVERYONE from my past! They're always intrusively in my mind & in my unwanted OCD thoughts. Any & every activity I do unwantedly reminds me of them. When I feel the house is dirty & needs to get cleaned, I start getting those thoughts in my head of them calling me trifling, filthy, & nasty. & they used to do that, when I would be forced to stay in my room all day or cleaning up. I never really got to sit down & watch TV. I can't even watch TV here @ my home, even with me having my place on my own. I feel like I'm doing something wrong by watching TV.
If I eat, those thoughts come back, about them calling me fat & greedy, even if it's to drink a glass of water. & be lectured about how they hope I have a heart attack & diabetes & die.
They used to FORCE us against our will to go to this bible class, where they don't even believe in God. & would punish us with more chores, & take field trips, parties, school dances, etc., even if we felt we were too sick to go to that place. It was 3 times a week. & they used to tell me that I'm going to bust the lake of fire AKA h**l wide open, & they would tell me, "You have your NERVE to sit up there in class!" They turned me & my twin sister against each other. They encouraged us to fight each other, just for an excuse to punish us. & they tried to say I was jealous of her, when I wasn't & am still not. After I turned 18, & STILL NOW, they make threats to get my SSI & Soc. Sec. checks taken away. They tell me I better not get pregnant b/c they'd get my child into state custody before it's even born. & they think I'm crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm very afraid, & I'm VERY shy & humble. I never got what I wanted.
I remember when I was in 3rd grade, we went on a convention for bible class, & I showed 1 of the foster mom's friends friends my new sneakers, & she (the foster mom) punched me in the mouth & busted my lip, & her friends & everyone else was LAUGHING! When family members came over, they would serve us LAST, during holidays & then send us somewhere else, so they can gossip & discuss about us "foster" kids like dogs. & the other members from that family would make up lies on me, just to get the foster mom to go off on me, so they can laugh & get their kicks & entertainment in seeing me be humiliated. They treated me like a slave & their errand girl & make threats to punish me from eating b/c my stomach hurt too bad to wash dishes. (Irritable Bowel Syndrome). The foster step-dad used to make threats to hurt me, he used to make sexual passes @ me, he used to choke me. He used to make us peel shrimp for ONLY HIM to eat, & when we told him we were sick, he would make us pick up trash from the yard. & he used to make threats to put laxatives in our food. He used to make threats to deprive us from eating. He used to put RUM in our food! & who knows what else. He treated us like we were the filthiest creatures on this earth, but yet, we would always find hair & his crusty nails in our food. & if it was lunch, & we threw it away, we would be punished from eating dinner. & he would play with his "you know what" & then cook without washing his hands, but before we ate, he MADE us wash our hands in front of his face, even if we had just washed them. & they used to make us check this & that & make sure of this & that. Yes, they contributed to my OCD, depression, etc.
The social worker made us stay with them even AFTER we turned 18, & even @ the age of 20, I was not able to leave the yard. & if I went to the library @ 3PM, the foster mom would give me lectures about how I deserve to get raped & stuff. & that 1 day, they're gonna find me under the bridge, & that I'm gonna be a statistic on the news.
I cannot forget about these people. Everything I do or say unwantedly reminds me of them. I have more to say, but I'm going to end it here.
I was unappreciated since BEFORE birth. & my birth mom put me & my twin sister in a clothes drawer & tried to suffocate us as newborns, & she deprived us of food, etc. & the foster mom used to say, "I should've left you nasty, filthy, dirty babies where I found y'all!" We were only a few mos. old, & we didn't even know any better. I really feel like crying. & now, this has affected every relationship I go through with people now, b/c they see my weaknesses. Is this a strange way of life? Is it a strange childhood to go through? & now, as an adult, people consider me childish & immature. I was always excluded from interacting with other kids my age b/c I was always "punished".
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