Aleksandra
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- Aug 28, 2019
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i've posted a few times already and honestly, i have nothing to lose anymore. i just wanna write my story down and hope that someone, somewhere can relate and know i know how you feel.
i wasn't even meant to be born. my dad got my mum pregnant as she was a prostitute. he wanted me gone and my mum wanted to use me as a weapon to get him to marry her. mostly for money. so he took her back to his country (poland) and my life started there. my mum had an affair with a man whom then took me and her to the uk when i was barely 3.
as i got to around the age of 5 he started slapping me, prodding me, spitting on me. it only progressed to being beaten near every night. my dad was hardly in the picture because he was too busy getting high or shitfaced. when i turned 7 i was visiting him, i remember seeing a rope on the ceiling attached to a metal hook, he said in polish "sweetheart look over there, there's a present i hid for you in the cupboard". i remember running over, rummaging looking for it, i heard something drop. i turn around and my dad was jerking. dangling from the ceiling. i was frozen and it took me about 4 hours until i called the police. i was taken to some care facility where my mum picked me up. i couldn't leave the country for a little bit until it was all cleared up. home life wasn't so wonderful, i wasn't in school, i was constantly getting beaten and sexually assaulted by my step dad. i turned 14 and my mum had gotten a divorce with him and i was starting in school. i had no idea how to interact with anyone because i had never been around so many people. i was constantly flinching at any loud sounds or movements. i cried everytime a teacher shouted at me.
eventually i was thrown into counselling because they knew something wasn't right about me. i didn't even talk during my weekly sessions with my counsellor. i just cried for an entire hour. i would get home and my mum would tell me how much of a piece of shit i was, then moments after tells me that she loves me. i would just isolate myself in my bedroom for most days staring at walls. at around 16 my older brother moved into home with us because him and his ex wife were having issues. i was relatively close with him, i guess. i was about to finish school and start college. i got the grades i needed for sixth form and was told it was a lot better than school. one day my brother said "i'm just going to the bathroom for a long shower, use the downstairs toilet if you need. i said ok and ignored him after as i saw nothing of it.
about 7 hours passed and i was so immersed into my game i hadn't noticed time went by. i went to the bathroom and it was locked. i knocked and no answer. i left it. i went back an hour later, still locked, so i just got the key and opened it. my brother had pills all over the floor and was basically bathing in his own blood. my reaction was the same. i just froze. i didn't cry because the feeling was all so familiar. i said "mum, ______ is dead." she was distraught.
at this point i was on and off with the mental health services over the years. i was forced to see them and it was just useless. i was forced to do CBT, put on countless meds and yet i never spoke.
i started college in september 2016 and i had no friends. i remember in philosophy i became really attached to the tutor, he had some fatherly feels to him. i ate lunch alone in the toilets. as usual. one day i came into philosophy and i bursted out crying. to him at the end of the lesson and told him everything. he took me to the nurse and she told me to take as long as i needed off and to not worry about my classes. i got emails from both my sociology and chemistry teacher. they hadn't known then.
i stopped going to college after that, they didn't mind as long as i was talking with them. one day i called them and said "i don't want to go to college anymore" and so they put me on medical leave instead of "dropout".
i spent my time where i was meant to be in college in the woods, so my mum wouldn't be suspicious. my mum found out soon enough and screamed at me when i was in bed. told me i was a failure and i can't do anything right. i took an OD on codeine and walked out. i immediately called an ambulance because i got scared. i was hospitalised and had to be put on an iv and take liquid magnesium every so often. i had an RMN outside my room at all times. i started screaming for them to let me go. they just gave me diazepam and i passed out not too long later.
i was hospitalised for 2 weeks and put in a ward for 5 months. worst time of my life. this was because i had attempted about 8x before. eventually i got my diagnosis as to what's wrong with me and they admitted they gave me the wrong diagnosis on purpose. because of that i wasn't getting the correct treatment. go figure. i was 17 and i started going out and sleeping with random men on tinder, drank my nights with them in a hotel and lived like that.
i met my ex partner a few months after that. he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. because he understood me as he had the same conditions and loved me for what i was. after things became toxic when we moved in together he decided last month he couldn't love me anymore. i'm so used to that feeling but this one is different. i'm all alone again. i am tired, and i just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
if you have any similar experiences, i'm here and i say this to many people, for as long as i'm alive, i'll be here to talk as i don't want anyone to feel like they have to die alone.
i wasn't even meant to be born. my dad got my mum pregnant as she was a prostitute. he wanted me gone and my mum wanted to use me as a weapon to get him to marry her. mostly for money. so he took her back to his country (poland) and my life started there. my mum had an affair with a man whom then took me and her to the uk when i was barely 3.
as i got to around the age of 5 he started slapping me, prodding me, spitting on me. it only progressed to being beaten near every night. my dad was hardly in the picture because he was too busy getting high or shitfaced. when i turned 7 i was visiting him, i remember seeing a rope on the ceiling attached to a metal hook, he said in polish "sweetheart look over there, there's a present i hid for you in the cupboard". i remember running over, rummaging looking for it, i heard something drop. i turn around and my dad was jerking. dangling from the ceiling. i was frozen and it took me about 4 hours until i called the police. i was taken to some care facility where my mum picked me up. i couldn't leave the country for a little bit until it was all cleared up. home life wasn't so wonderful, i wasn't in school, i was constantly getting beaten and sexually assaulted by my step dad. i turned 14 and my mum had gotten a divorce with him and i was starting in school. i had no idea how to interact with anyone because i had never been around so many people. i was constantly flinching at any loud sounds or movements. i cried everytime a teacher shouted at me.
eventually i was thrown into counselling because they knew something wasn't right about me. i didn't even talk during my weekly sessions with my counsellor. i just cried for an entire hour. i would get home and my mum would tell me how much of a piece of shit i was, then moments after tells me that she loves me. i would just isolate myself in my bedroom for most days staring at walls. at around 16 my older brother moved into home with us because him and his ex wife were having issues. i was relatively close with him, i guess. i was about to finish school and start college. i got the grades i needed for sixth form and was told it was a lot better than school. one day my brother said "i'm just going to the bathroom for a long shower, use the downstairs toilet if you need. i said ok and ignored him after as i saw nothing of it.
about 7 hours passed and i was so immersed into my game i hadn't noticed time went by. i went to the bathroom and it was locked. i knocked and no answer. i left it. i went back an hour later, still locked, so i just got the key and opened it. my brother had pills all over the floor and was basically bathing in his own blood. my reaction was the same. i just froze. i didn't cry because the feeling was all so familiar. i said "mum, ______ is dead." she was distraught.
at this point i was on and off with the mental health services over the years. i was forced to see them and it was just useless. i was forced to do CBT, put on countless meds and yet i never spoke.
i started college in september 2016 and i had no friends. i remember in philosophy i became really attached to the tutor, he had some fatherly feels to him. i ate lunch alone in the toilets. as usual. one day i came into philosophy and i bursted out crying. to him at the end of the lesson and told him everything. he took me to the nurse and she told me to take as long as i needed off and to not worry about my classes. i got emails from both my sociology and chemistry teacher. they hadn't known then.
i stopped going to college after that, they didn't mind as long as i was talking with them. one day i called them and said "i don't want to go to college anymore" and so they put me on medical leave instead of "dropout".
i spent my time where i was meant to be in college in the woods, so my mum wouldn't be suspicious. my mum found out soon enough and screamed at me when i was in bed. told me i was a failure and i can't do anything right. i took an OD on codeine and walked out. i immediately called an ambulance because i got scared. i was hospitalised and had to be put on an iv and take liquid magnesium every so often. i had an RMN outside my room at all times. i started screaming for them to let me go. they just gave me diazepam and i passed out not too long later.
i was hospitalised for 2 weeks and put in a ward for 5 months. worst time of my life. this was because i had attempted about 8x before. eventually i got my diagnosis as to what's wrong with me and they admitted they gave me the wrong diagnosis on purpose. because of that i wasn't getting the correct treatment. go figure. i was 17 and i started going out and sleeping with random men on tinder, drank my nights with them in a hotel and lived like that.
i met my ex partner a few months after that. he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. because he understood me as he had the same conditions and loved me for what i was. after things became toxic when we moved in together he decided last month he couldn't love me anymore. i'm so used to that feeling but this one is different. i'm all alone again. i am tired, and i just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
if you have any similar experiences, i'm here and i say this to many people, for as long as i'm alive, i'll be here to talk as i don't want anyone to feel like they have to die alone.