Over the past 10 years, many survivors have posted comments on blogs I have written (We Are Survivors Blog). I have taken many of the survivors’ public comments and am sharing them with you. Both their pain and hope for a better future are common threads.
Addressing these tales of abuse and suffering is how we recover. By making our voices heard and speaking out, we can begin to make a difference in this world. These comments reveal many of the common struggles survivors face every day.
Survivor #1: I have been struggling my whole life to forget what happened to me as a child, and I am fighting a reputation that I just can’t shake. Being misunderstood with some of my actions towards people is even worse. I am angry at the world and the person who abused me. I am a silent voice.
Survivor #2: I am 58-years-old. My mother was overwhelmed emotionally. Emotional warmth from her was muted and expressions of her fear and anxiety were regular. I have been to psychological talk therapy but, although it was very valuable, it has not scratched the surface of really dealing with this on an emotional level.
Survivor #3: Besides my brother, I don’t know a single person who can relate to the issues of child abuse because I have learned that most of the ones who are functioning are hiding. They don’t socialize much or else they are homeless, dead, incarcerated, or mixed up in a drug community, so we don’t meet many like us in mainstream society.
Survivor #4: It is a long journey. I have been “on the couch” as some of us like to put it for 21 years now. At times when memories started to unfold, my flashbacks were very haunting and real. It is difficult to accept being neglected by one’s own parents and abused by a “worthless” sibling. It happens more than is thought.
Survivor #5: Here I am, 50-years-old, still trying to cope with my first 15 years of growing up with a violent, psychopathic, alcoholic brother. Yes—physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual abuse. I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2000. I tried several different antidepressants but nothing really worked. They were more like a mask.