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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

“It’s not the person refusing to let go of the past but the past refusing to let go of the person”. PTSD is a mental illness that affects 7.8 million Americans . Most people believe PTSD only affects people who were or are in the military and they are wrong because I am one of those people. PTSD is a disorder in which a person has difficulty recovering after experiencing or witnessing a terrifying event. My PTSD derives from my abusive childhood. Something that started over 17 years ago still affecting me today. I have been victim to PTSD and I have also been the culprit to pushing my pain onto others.

For me PTSD is not sleeping well at night because I am still afraid that someone will come through my door and abuse me. PTSD for me is having nightmares when ever I do sleep so I wake up multiple times throughout the night. It’s crying uncontrollably. It’s being paranoid of every man who I see. It’s being afraid of being alone. It’s only sleeping when there’s someone who I trust near me holding me. I tend to lash out emotionally when I feel I’m unsafe or scared. PTSD for me is a reminder that no matter how far I’ve come my past will always follow. PTSD comes in many forms and for me PTSD is fear.

Growing up in my teenage years my step father also had PTSD. He was a former marine and couldn’t cope with the thought that something was wrong with him. He was prescribed medication to take for his condition but to him he didn’t need them so he didn’t take them. As a result, he would randomly spaz out. It was usually the simplest things that would set him off. Anything that resulted in him feeling weak ended with my him breaking anything in his path. Whether it be Tv’s, furniture, anything in his path was destructed. As a result my younger brother and I would lock ourselves in our rooms until he was no longer screaming at the top of his lungs, threatening to kill us or trying to break down the bedroom door. Until we could hear no more chaos. After it was silent we would go out to see what damage had been done. All of his episodes usually resulted in his blood being splattered everywhere from breaking or throwing everything with his bare hands. Me and my mom would clean up what looked to be a massacre and she would try to get him to take his medication which never ended well. This was denial and rage what we most often associate with PTSD in our military personnel when they have “snapped”.

At the time of my step father’s out cries I was 15 years old while my younger brother was 11. This was something we had never witnessed before so it scared us. I feared for my life at all times of the day or night. You never knew when he might flip or what would set him off. Often times while under attack he would threaten to kill us, you hear something so much you start to believe it. My mother and younger brother and I stayed up all night one night just listening to him , taking turns watching the door, waiting and praying. Although we weren’t really young that still affected us. No child should have to ensure this.

PTSD is our minds reaction to us being unable to cope with a traumatic experience. PTSD is another topic that is rarely discussed but should be. There are people dealing with this constant fight within themselves everyday and need help. If my step father had allowed us to help him, if he had taken his medications all those times he switched on us wouldn’t have happened. My brother and I wouldn’t have had to see something that dramatic at a young age. We shouldn’t have had to fear for our lives in our own home.

If you suffer from PTSD or know anyone who does I beg you to get help or help them get the treatment that they need. They may go through a stage of denial but at the end of the day you’re doing what’s best for them and in severe cases what’s best for you as well. With treatment PTSD can reduce and even elimate the symptoms of PTSD. The thought process one has with PTSD can go away and in that sense PTSD can be improved or “cured”.

In severe cases you have to think of your loved ones. You don’t want them to fear you. You don’t want to be afraid of what you’ll say or do around them either. Take the first step in understanding your diagnosis and begin getting treatment. In getting treatment you allow yourself to be able to lead a better life. The nightmares can stop, The thoughts can stop, it can all go away. I don’t know about you but I want to be able to have a full nights sleep without waking up from a nightmare paranoid. I’m 22 years old and I deserve to live as normal as I possibly can. That’s why I went and got the help I’ve been needing. It’s never too late to better yourself So, what’s stopping you?

Breaking The Silence, Letters From A Pedophile, Wake up

Letter from A pedophile pt. 2

Jade,
Was up girl how are you doing why have you not wrote me a letter back. I hope we can be family again never be afraid to ask me anything. I’m here for you.just send me your number so I can call you, you have been on my mind now so tell me the real how are you for real. Tell me you’re a strong black woman. How is our relationship going to be. Now i intend to be the best so can i have a chance at making you happy for once in life. I have a lot of things to tell u. I was so in love with you girl was i wrong for loving you so much? Please hit me back. I know its things on your mind. Just like it’s on my mind. I want to start my day knowing we are ok and getting our goals out the way. But i understand if you hate me, i don’t want you to hate me if you do. When i come home i need you by my side because at the end of the day we are family and i need your support too, not money i have that but love i promise to never hurt you again but i feel sorry for the nigga who try to. How old are you now? and can you send me your birthday so i can keep up with it. My only concern is getting right with Allah and you so teach me the way. And don’t be stubborn. I always loved you and i cant lose you my heart is yours jade. love you

Love always tevrous bomer
Write me back

This letter was the second letter I received from him and I had not even replied to the first letter. Looking in the mail I honestly didn’t want to read it but curiosity got the best of me. I thought, I didn’t reply to him so what is he writing me about. Not even a month after the first letter he had sent this one. He didn’t send it himself though another inmate sent it off for him. I know because the name and number on the outside of the envelope weren’t his own. I opened the letter and read the first few sentences and a rage grew over me. How dare him, I thought. He doesn’t even know me or anything about me.I began to go over in my head the things I wanted to say to him. I am a very strong Black Woman but, him saying it irritated every nerve that I have. To me it was something he shouldn’t say because he hurt me. Reading the first letter I was like okay this may not be so bad, but this letter made me want to give up. He said that he was in love with me. Me?, A 5-year-old child at the time. We are 9 years apart, how? I tried to comprehend the way he thought. Tried to understand but I can’t.

This letter was the eye opener for me. This letter helped me realize that I wanted to study Psychology and become a victim advocate. I say this was the determining factor for me to choose psychology over social work because this letter was written by someone who thinks of me as someone I am not. He wrote to me as if we are in love. Not as if he had hurt me. That made me feel sorry for him because I realized he would never understand how wrong that is. The way that he thinks isn’t normal, it’s far from it. It’s a sad reality.

Everyone that I let read this letter was angry or sad. My older brother just kept apologizing to me as if it were his fault. I don’t want people to feel sorry for me, that doesn’t change a thing. I want people to realize how they feel when they read the letters doesn’t compare to the emotions it causes me. I want people to understand how serious this is. I want people to read these letters or hear my story and want to make a difference. Don’t just say you’re sorry try to save someone else from being abused, change their lives. I have been through this, don’t let anyone else.

My response to this letter was bunt and straight forward. I told him we aren’t friends, we aren’t family and I don’t want to be. I believe he got the message because his third letter was different from this one. I hope he got the message. This letter wasn’t cool at all, it crossed boundaries. It bothered me a lot. The thing that bothered me the most was that he doesn’t even realize how this letter impacted me and probably never will. I wish he could… because certain parts of this letter will forever stick with me. It’ll stick with me as a reminder that I need to go harder than ever and also that I don’t need to give up. This letter was really an eye opener and truth is I still don’t completely know how I should feel about it. As stated before no one can prepare you for talking to your abuser. Unless you are a victim then I believe no one can completely grasp how it feels. I want people to be able to understand but not at the cost of losing a piece of who they are. This is my letter from a pedophile, my first pedophile, my cousin, my family. Within 2 letters I was able to see him for who he was and how he thought. So, my question is why can’t society see a pedophile for what they truly are and treat them as such? I believe in second chances but not when someone else’s life is unwillingly affected by your actions. There are consequences to actions and I believe My abuser and the many other’s that are out there should not be free. Tevrous has been in prison since 2009 and yet in writing a letter to me he’s still comfortable enough to express how he was in love with 5-year-old me. If you ask me ,they don’t change…… They only get better at not getting caught.

Breaking The Silence, Letters From A Pedophile

Letter from a Pedophile

Jade,
How are you doing? I know its been a long time. I just got your letter today I know I fucked up but I hope you can forgive me for the pain I put you through. Yes I will love it if you came and see me I put your name on the list but you have to fill out the application and send it to me. Let me say this I will always have love for you, my mind is so fucked up right now. But tell me about you and how things are good. You are right never in a million years girl but I know Allah works in ways we don’t know. I’m happy to write you talk to you I’m alone send me your number too so i call you. And u set up an account on http://www.jpay.com. we can write like that too and you can send me pictures too, we cant get real pics. I will not lie I need you in my life to help me accomplish my goals in life. I’m not going to lie I cried thinking back. How is Catdaddy and Moe doing? I’m grateful just to have you back in my life. I feel like I betrayed everyone that I loved and who loved me.

P.s. you P.s. u know I’m locked up in Michigan and our visitation days are Thursday and Saturday 830-130

Love always
Tervrous Bomer

That was the first letter I received from Tevrous. December 17 I went to pick up my mail and saw that he had replied to me. I was hesitant to open it, when I saw that he had even replied, I cried. Him replying to me made this process real. My brother was the first person that I told. I messaged my brother like hey, he replied to me! He was just as shocked as me. In reality no one expected a response from him. After reading the contents of the letter for a while I just sat there to myself crying. I was crying because I didn’t believe I was strong enough to reach out to him. For so long confronting him was a fear of mine. His response to my letter let me know I had over came that fear and that I could now do anything. My past is where most of my obstacles strive from and this moment it’s like I looked my past in the face and kicked it’s ass! This letter brought so many emotions out of me ones I hadn’t felt in a long time. I didn’t know how to respond to his letter and I didn’t for weeks. I sat and pondered well what do I say to this, how do I approach this situation. No one prepares you for communicating with your abuser. Once I read his letter I try not to read it over and over again because, it’ll only upset me. Eventually I did reply to him, it was short and simple. I knew once I started this process I would not stop until I feel I accomplished what I initially set out to do, Win!

Breaking The Silence, Letters From A Pedophile, Wake up

The conclusion

Beginning my journey of reaching out to my first attacker I was unsure how things would go and if I actually wanted to do it. I usually go to my older brother when I need to talk because I know he’s blunt and will tell me the truth. He told me that he was proud of me for confronting Tevrous but I needed to prepare myself for everything, me reaching out could go many ways and I could end up not getting what I wanted. Initially I wrote my attacker because I wanted to visit and tell him off for hurting me, I needed him to add me to his visitation. I wanted him to see me, see the pain I feel, and I wanted to tell him that I forgive him to his face so that I could be done with all of this. So, I reached out to him via letter and since November 2017 I have learned so much more about myself. After writing back and forth with my abuser, I have come to 3 conclusions.

The first conclusion is that he can’t change. I will be posting the letters’ that he has written to me and some of the things he says is like whoa. The first 2 letters are the ones that really made me feel some type of way. The second letter in general is what made me wish I hadn’t reached out in the first place. After he wrote me back the first time, I didn’t know how to respond so for a while I didn’t. In the process of thinking and waiting I received a second letter from him asking why I hadn’t responded yet. Truthfully, I never anticipated a response from him. I was expecting to not hear from him at all. Before sending off my first letter I had it in my head that he wasn’t even going to reply to me, I think because if I were in his position that’s what I would have done. I would be too ashamed to reply, but that’s the difference between he and I because he’s been very persistent in writing me. I say he can’t change because in the letters you will see his overly expressive affection for me. He wrote to me as if I were his wife or girlfriend not his cousin or the girl whose innocence he stripped away

The second is that I no longer needed to go visit. After reading his letters I know me going to see him would be just a win for him. He feels he has me back in his life, and I believe he thinks of me as his girlfriend or lover. It’s bad enough he’s comfortable enough writing me the things that he has. I don’t need to go meet him face to face so that he knows what I look like. He actually asked me for a picture in his letter. Wanted to know what I looked like now, of course that request was shot down. But, me sending him a letter brought many emotions for him all of which he didn’t mind sharing in his letters. He’s overly eager to take care of me, see me and make sure no one else hurts me. Mentally I don’t believe he understands how I feel or think about him. To him what he did is long gone and we are supposed to communicate like nothing ever happened. After his second letter I decided I would no longer be visiting but I would keep writing him because I wanted answers from him and was hoping for a meaningful apology. Let’s just say I realized I won’t be getting that either.

Lastly, Reaching out to my abuser helped me realize what I wanted to be in life. It’s crazy it took for me to talk to the guy who hurt me for me to be like boom! This is what i want to do and this is who I want to be. I juggled for a while with what i wanted to go to school for; social work or psychology. The deadline to enroll for school was approaching and after talking with him I decided on a major in psychology with a minor in criminal justice. Psychology is defined as “the scientific study of the human mind and its functions, especially those affecting behavior in a given context.” I am already a very observant person, so I feel I would be great at this. I love learning about people and reading people. I specifically want to be a victim advocate. I enjoy helping people and I know victims don’t always have anyone they can go to but, I want to change that. I guess in a way communicating with him helped me remove the cloud in my head and I became able to think clearer. I have since enrolled in school and have began to develop the idea of getting young girls together on weekends and taking them on trips. I have been in the position of being abused and not feeling like I can tell everyone. So, I want to create a safe place for girls where they can escape whatever they are facing and can talk freely without feeling like they have no one. I want girls and boys to grow up better than I did, no one should experience being abused. Everyone should be able to go somewhere where they feel free and can be themselves. The children are our future leaders, They will be our future voice so, we should treat them as such.

Overall I am split in the middle; between this was a good idea and I shouldn’t have done this. I am proud of myself because I did what I said I would do. Never in a million years did I think I would actually write him and he would actually respond, but I did and he replied. I definitely wasn’t prepared for his letters. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for that. Not knowing what he will say or how he will respond is probably the hardest part in this. None of his letters have given me anything I have wanted verbally from him. But, they have made me want to go harder. Every letter I have received I have cried and talked to my brother about. In every one of his letters he says something that irritates me more than anything. After every letter my mind goes to the same place, this has to be stopped. I think no child or adult should ever have to go through this. I begin brainstorming and to myself I always say my children will not go through what I went through. For so long I feared having children and wanting children because I have been afraid that they would go through what I went through. Family hurt me, and I can’t protect them from everyone, that’s been my thought process. But, after his letters I am no longer fearful for my future children because I know in my heart I will one day Break The Silence and Break The Cycle. That’s truthfully the reason I started my blog. Victims need to be heard and Abusers need to be prosecuted.

The world has become filled with too many victims and it’s sickening. Children should never know what it means to be molested, Never. Yet, too many do and that really hurts me more than anything. After communicating with the man who molested me beginning at 5 years old, after reading and feeling him not being remorseful I need there to be a change. I can’t change the things that happened to me but I can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else. My letters are proof that a pedophile can’t change or feel. Tevrous is scheduled for parole in 2022. That is a few years away but I’m not ready. The fact that I could walk into the grocery store and he be there is something I don’t believe I will ever be ready for. Honestly, I do believe he will hurt someone again I pray he doesn’t but I am not his first victim, nor was I his last. Reading his letters made things so real for me. Made me realize how strong I am now and also how weak I had been. I gained insight to myself that I may have never seen if I hadn’t reached out to him. It helped me realize hat he won’t change not to hold my breath. Also helped me realize I need to go harder so that I could make a difference. I know it won’t be easy but it will definitely be worth the effort. Going forward any letter I receive I will be posting it to my blog and writing how I reacted and feel reading it. Some are painful to read and others aren’t. I know one thing for sure no matter how painful it may be, I won’t let him win. He doesn’t deserve to. Have any of you ever reached out to your abuser? If so how did it turn out?

Breaking The Silence

Secrets

” Family patterns, Like family secrets repeat themselves.” According to The American Counseling Association ” Every 8 minutes a child is sexually assaulted in the untied states and 93% know their perpetrator. Many perpetrators of sexual abuse are in a position of trust or responsible for the child’s care such as a family member , teacher, clergy member, or coach.” All 3 of my predators were family to me, they were men put in a position to protect me but they didn’t. They abused the power. Over the years I have watched as accusations against family have come out and it has been swept under the rug. Watched as accusations against public figures have been made and the cases seemed to disappear. Watched in the media as men high in power have been accused of being predators to women or children and yet again people feel it shouldn’t be discussed. That things such as these should disappear. I disagree, I believe no matter the relationship, Status or power people should be held accountable for their actions. Especially those accused of being sexual predators. No child, little boy, little girl, woman or man should be abused by anyone. Keeping it secret doesn’t help either, secrets destroy lives.

In my last blog post I mentioned a close friend who had been accused of being a predator. Before posting I told him I would be writing about him. His response was more so concerned with me leaking his name and who he or his family was . “You know I’m a private person”, and “that’s a family thing.” Which I get, people don’t like everyone in their business. But, looking at things from a different perspective say you had actually been proven to be a predator would it still need to be private? I can tell you from first hand experience not saying something, keeping things ” in the family” is what in the end hurts the family the most. If you had been proven to be a predator and your family was like you and wanted to keep things private then what would happen when you weren’t charged? What would happen when you were placed around more children? What would happen when you got the urge and you hurt someone else; a stranger, a friend’s child, or even another family member? Would privacy still be the main concern? Would Pride and fear of what other people thought still be more important than the safety of another individual? People say they are for something until shit hits the fan, until shit gets real. I guess my step father was right about one thing Man’s worst fear is being found out. And you are part of the problem.

My first predator had been caught in the act with me two times. The issue is no one ever tried to stop it from happening again. His room was in back of the house with three entrances. One leading to hallway the other leading outside the last to the laundry area. All doors were closed except the one leading to the laundry area ; that door was cracked. In the mist of forcing me to participate in oral and stroke his penis my aunt his step mother had walked into the laundry area. To get there she had to walk past the cracked door. It was open wide enough that when she walked past the door I saw her, I looked into her eyes. Tevrous kind of jumped up fixed his self and then moved me , so that I sat in the chair beside him. After he had adjusted himself my aunt came into the room and asked, ” what y’all doing in here?” Tevrous response was “nothing” and my aunt said okay and turned around and closed the door. She never came back either. She saw what had occurred , you could see it across her face but it was as if she had seen it before. She didn’t say a thing and it never came back up. She saw the act happening but kept quiet.

I learned early on that I wasn’t the only one. It wasn’t until I got older that I found out the number was greater than I knew. After being released from Tevrous one morning I ran into the hallway trying to get as far away as possible. In the process of getting away I ran into my cousin, his stepsister. She asked, “What y’all be doing in there?” Scared I would be in trouble, I said “nothing.” She looked at me with a sad look on her face, and said “I know what ya’ll be doing in there.” I didn’t understand how she knew until I saw her head in the direction of his room. She watched me as she closed the door to his room locking it behind her. That was the day that I discovered I wasn’t the only one.

When the accusations against Tevrous began to come out, family was divided. Some family members were angry but most wanted it to be hushed. At the time of the accusations the statute of limitations had not run out. If charges had been brought against him at the time of the accusations Tevrous could have been charged. He wouldn’t have been able to go on to Michigan where he was arrested for being with an underage girl. Tevrous wouldn’t have been able to go on and hurt more family members. People care too much about what other people think. Outsiders are going to talk about you whether you are doing good or bad. There will always be someone saying something. I would rather have someone talking about the truth. Family is family but if they do something wrong they should be held accountable You can’t and shouldn’t protect a predator.

Over the years I have learned my family has many secrets. Secrets no one was ever supposed to know about. My generation was not the first nor last generation to be sexually abused by a predator. Those who came before me, those who helped to raise me; my mother, aunts, grand parents, cousins and many others were victims. So my story wasn’t something new to them. They had either heard it , seen it, or experienced it themselves. Like experience though they hushed the things that were brought up. They continued to allow the men who were predators to be in a position that allowed them to be able to hurt someone else. Even if the people being hurt were family.

I learned that the home I enjoyed going over as a child was the home of a predator. Who in his younger age preyed on the women who came before me. People knowing that this man was a predator still allowed me and other family members to go over to his home and stay. Still allowed us to be left alone with him because they didn’t want what he had done to be known by someone else. Predators always strike again. A pedophile doesn’t stop wanting to be with a certain type of victim just because you tell him to. The ratio of women to men in my family is high. It is sad that there’s a small group of men and almost all of them have preyed on victims. Majority of the women in my family should not know what it feels like to be victimized. When someone does something they need to be held accountable. Not disclosing information and not punishing people when they do wrong only lets them know that they can do it again. Regardless of the relationship they should be held accountable. Those men not being held accountable is what led them to do it again and again and again. That’s what led to the sexual abuse victim rate within my family to be so high. They may not tell their story but unlike them I don’t care what other people think. I want to stop the victimization from our own blood. You stop it head on they won’t make into the community to hurt someone else. It starts at home.

“What’s done in the dark, always come to light. ” Secrets like these have found a way to manifest themselves up. Even after many years, they didn’t die down. Those predators who were allowed to be free preyed on someone else, again and again it became repetitive until there was no one new left. They knew they could do this without getting in trouble for it, so why not continue. After they were tired of the usual they went outside the boundaries family had created for them. They preyed on someone else someone new, only this time it wasn’t family. Family can’t protect you forever. Eventually you mess with the wrong person and you get caught. That is what happened to my first Predator Tevrous. If he hadn’t been caught he would still be out there ruining more lives.

I wrote this blog because speaking from experience Black families sweep molestation under the rug and protect the predators more often than it is spoken on. The victim is forced to live in silence while their predator is set free, able to live and see the person he hurt, able to live like they have done nothing. I’m ready for that to stop, because it needs to stop. My niece, and My future children will not be exposed. The next generations should not be exposed to this lifestyle, to the secrets and cover ups. Black communities already deal with so much. The odds are already stacked against us, why add to it? Why make the future generation, your future legacies go through more than they have to?

A pedophile can’t change the way that they think or feel. A predator will always be a predator, we can’t change that. We can change how we handle them and the circumstances people get placed in . We can change things by taking away the positions of power they are given, where they can freely can victimize someone else. In the moments that abuse has happened the predator needs to be charged. If they can be caught before they hurt someone that would be even better. Sexual abuse is something that has become too common. Predators have become too comfortable preying on people because they know that they can get away with it. They know that no one will do anything, it has to change. 42 million adults who were victims of childhood sexual abuse. 42 million, that number is too high. Of those 42 million how many of their abusers do you believe were caught? I am 1 of the 42 million with 3 predators. Of the three predators none were ever charged. I wasn’t the first victim and not the last. It should have never gotten to me. It should have been stopped way before me. Stop sweeping everything under the rug, because of your pride. Put your self in the victims shoes. How would you feel if you knew your pain, your innocence being stripped away was for nothing. That it meant nothing. That the people who hurt you could do it again and again with no repercussions. How would you feel if your child, your sister or brother was sexually abused and nothing had been done to their predator? It’s time to make a change. Its time to wake up before its too late. Its time to stop the secrets and time to Break The Silence! You can’t stop the inevitable and you won’t be able to save everyone. People will talk no matter the circumstances. It is how you handle those circumstances and the information that matter most. “Secrets and lies kill relationships. No matter how careful you are, you will get caught.” Speak Up…

Breaking The Silence

Chain Reaction

Every action comes with a consequence some good and some bad. We are able to control the outcome of our circumstances and have the power to correct the consequences from our own actions. But, when we are faced with consequences as a result of someone else’s doing the end result is not the same. Think before you act, because what you do can have an impact not just on you but also everyone around you. Being subjected to someone else’s wrong choices during my lifespan has left me with many unwanted side effects which have put me in uncomfortable circumstances.

According to American Counseling Association “Childhood sexual abuse has been correlated with higher levels of depression,guilt, shame, self-blame, eating disorders, somatic concerns, anxiety, dissociation patterns, repression, denial, sexual problems, and relationship problems.” And, ” 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men were sexually abused before the age of 18.” which means , “There are more than 42 million adult survivors of child sexual abuse in the united states.”42 million people walking around with consequences caused by someone else bad decision. 42 million people who may never be able to live a normal life. 42 million people subjected to predators forced to become a victim, forced to join the survivors. I am 1 of those 42 million who was left with bad side effects. I suffer or have suffered from not 1 not 2 but all of the long-term effects of childhood sexual abuse listed above.

As stated in a previous blog post I have suffered from depression since the age of 9. Most days are down days for me. Even with treatment taking medication I still had down days and suicidal thoughts. Depression is by far to me the worst on the list because, its something I have never been able to completely shake. I could wake up in the morning after a good nights rest and start off happy and ready but before the day is over I sink into the funk of depression. But, like stated in my blog its grown with me and I have learned to adapt to the mood of the sinking “Big D”. It shouldn’t be that way though, I should be able to enjoy 1 day without feeling down and losing interest in the things I set out wanting to do the most. It just isn’t fair.

For so long I felt that the way I felt was my fault because I allowed those things to happen. But being a young child against a teenage boy I know there was nothing I could do. Guilt eats away at me because often times I wish I had spoken up or tried even harder to get him to stop. For a while I blamed myself for the things he had done and sometimes still do. I gave him a power over me let him strip away my innocence. I wish more would have been done.

Growing up I was always thinner than everyone around me, and I hated it. It made me feel inferior to everyone else. I tried so hard to gain weight for so long it became a obsession. Hearing everyone comment on me being under weight never helped either. Eventually I grew out of feeling my body wasn’t enough and learned to love every pound that I did have. I now love my size, my shape and everything about me physically.

I tend to suffer from great physical pain over my entire body at times. I’ve learned the cause to be fibromyalgia and depression. These can be connected to somatic symptoms. Our bodies tend to give off pain when in distress. When my mind is under stress from the depression and anxiety and many other things going on my body becomes distressed as well causing pain. Often times before my body becomes taken over I feel fine and then suddenly its as if my world is sinking and my body is under construction. Pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Depression and anxiety are like brother and sister. At times it seems they tend to work together with one another and other times they go against one another. In my most stressful moments anxiety has caused me to go into a panic mode. Before leaving for basic training I was so nervous, more nervous than I had ever been in life. Sitting over a friend’s house one day I was calm sitting and talking when someone told a joke. I  like everyone else laughed at the joke. Only difference is that they stopped laughing. I tried to stop but didn’t I laughed and laughed until I cried until I eventually passed out when I panicked and  realized I couldn’t stop. With my anxiety I also begin to worry about things that aren’t or may never even happen. I worry most about the safety of my family. It’s during those times that I message them long text messages or send pictures and check on them more frequently. It doesn’t sound like a bad thing until it begins to worry them because they begin to believe somethings wrong with me because of my actions.

Growing up whenever faced with reminders of my past I would try erase the thoughts from my mind. For a while I repressed the thoughts until I found a picture or would hear their name. I have tried dissociating things and people with the situation. When I am triggered by words or seeing something I space out and go back to those moments. Moments I wish I was able to forget.

When a cousin of mine came out and publicly admitted being abused by the same predator who attacked me I was in shock. For so long I believed no one ever find out.  I wanted to forget and get over that dark past. When my mother initially asked me I told her no. I was afraid and I didn’t want to talk about what had been done to me. By this time I was in middle school and was on verge of suppressing every bad moment and memory. I Know denial wasn’t the answer.

Growing into a young adult I have gained experience in dating, relationships and what come with them. In my relationships I have learned alot about myself over the years. I dated the same guy for 5 years, he wasn’t my first boyfriend but was my first real love. In being with him I learned that I am hard to love. I’m needy and need constant confirmation that I am enough and that they want to be around. I like to feel wanted and because of that I am often too honest. I speak on probably everything. I am an open book when it comes to love. But, I can also shutdown and shutout loved ones as well. When I am hurt no matter how big or small I shutdown. As a result my relationships with people becomes broken. I’ve had to mend many broken bridges again and again because of the way I feel at times. Because I was subjected to  unwanted actions from others the people I love the most are exposed   to my emotions which put strains on any relationship I try to form.

Sexually I have learned that I have my ups and my downs. After first losing my virginity I believed it would be more, I never received that big “omg” feeling or clingy reaction the first time. My first time was me wanting to get it over with, with someone who was a virgin just like me. I honestly wouldn’t do it again. After finding a suitable partner I learned that I enjoyed sex with him because we had an emotional connection. I learned if I am emotionally in tune with someone I am able to actually enjoy intercourse without being triggered about my past.  I also learned that partners trying to give “wake up calls” isn’t really my thing. Being touched during the night is a trigger because as a child that was what happened. I learned that at times during mid action I can lose interest because although I’m aroused a certain move or a certain look from my partner can change my mood. On the flip side I have learned that overall I love sex and the power it gives me. Sex is about connection and control shared between two people. At a point it seemed I loved it too much, but that has changed.

I am an adult survivor of childhood sexual abuse. I suffer from many emotional and physical consequences because of it. I know I will never lead a normal life. I may forever suffer from depression and anxiety. My self-esteem may never be where it should. Emotionally I have mood swings that can sometimes be uncontrollable, causing me to hurt those I love. How  I am , and the things I suffer from affect the people around me. Because someone chose to betray me my life will never be “normal. I am not alone, I am just  1 of  42 million people who live with symptoms. No one should have to adjust their life and revolve it around symptoms and characteristics caused by the actions of someone else. Its time to raise awareness on sexual abuse! Its time to stop predators from preying. It’s also time to give recognition to survivors and the day-to-day things they are faced with. The effects of abuse are not easy to live with and no one should be forced to live with them. Its time to Give someone a chance to live without suffering. Break The Silence and Raise Awareness!

Breaking The Silence

The Repeat Betrayal

In September of 2011, My birthday was only a month away I would be turning 16 on Halloween. My mother was away at work. My younger brother was outside at the park which left My stepfather (Drico )and me alone. He told me he wanted to talk with me and it had to stay between us. ” I want to give you head for your birthday”. I froze and stared at him. “Can I give you head for your birthday, I would rather you learn from me than anyone else.” I said no. “If it were any of those little boys you wouldn’t tell them no, would you?”, he said. “I want to be your first.”Aside from his abuse in power I learned that he too would betray me. Men supposed to love and protect me betrayed me. After an abusive childhood of molestation, Aldrick was supposed to be different but he wasn’t.

Earlier that year I had acted out searching for attention in a home where I wasn’t getting any. I met a friend online and began finding solace in him. It started off as something innocent, and soon turned into something more. At the time I was a virgin and had never had a boyfriend. At home I was alone, I felt alone. This guy was like me we talked about our issues and I thought I loved him. We eventually began exchanging pictures. At one point Aldrick went through my phone and found them. So as expected my phone was taken away and I was grounded. That didn’t bother me what happened afterwards did. Aldrick called a cop friend and had any pictures sent to  his email. He then saved them to his computer and later printed them off and saved them in a folder in his suitcase. I am unsure why he kept them as I’m supposed to be like his daughter. But, in  2015 I  did get hold to ones I had found  and burned them in my backyard.

Aldrick began printing the pictures off and using them as blackmail at one point. The doorbell rang, one of my brothers friends handed me a paper grinning “this is for you”. I opened up the paper to find a picture with a note that read ” I will tell everyone if you don’t meet me at the mat” I read it and placed it into my top drawer and went off to school paranoid. When I returned home Aldrick had my mother go into my room to get the note I received. Which helped me know it was him. Aldrick’s next trick was to tell my father. He sent the pictures to him through text.

After all of his mind tricks  Drico had put me through he ended up having  one more  major one  up his sleeve. I was asked to stay home from school 1 day so I did. I was told I would be put on birth control. My mother went off to work, which left me and him alone. Aldrick called me into the living room where I was made to sit and watch porn for hours. If I tried to leave the room he would push me back into the living room and hold me still. After his videos went off he asked me to get naked in front of him or he would post pictures all over my Facebook account. I said no, because I knew he could never get my password. He had been drinking that day, and everywhere I went he would follow me.”Let me see”. He cornered me into my room pushing against me until I fell on the bed. He laid on me with beer on his breath breathing down my neck. He held down my arms and pulled down my pants. He rubbed his hands across my pubic area and then looked at me. He said, ” If I wanted to I could take it, you know that”, ” and Don’t try running to your brother or your mama I told them I was doing this today”. He then looked at me smiled and walked out the room. I spent most of that day locked  in my room going over what had happened and almost did again..

Fast forward to September 2011 when he asked me to be his first. A few days prior we went to the park where he asked if I was still a virgin, which I was. He asked if I felt I was ready to lose my virginity, I told him I didn’t know. At the time The day he asked me to lose my virginity to him, he was so sure I was going to say yes. He smiled as he asked if he could be my first. When I told him no he began to get frustrated as if he didn’t comprehend why I was telling him no. After he’d calm down  he asked me to think about it, trying to be persuasive saying things like “I won’t hurt you, I love you” and ” I’ll go slow”.  As it grew time for my mother to come home he told me that we never had that conversation and I couldn’t tell anyone especially my mother. I tried avoiding my mother most of that day. I avoided her cause in my mind I was contemplating how I was going to tell her that the man she loved was a predator. So I  went outside to the park where I called my older brother. He is who I usually run to when I have a troubled mind. But thus day  I was scared half to death to talk to him. I  eventually told him what Drico had asked me. He said, I needed to tell my mother. Hesitant and scared of the results, I told her what he had requested from me.

While Aldrick was in the restroom I told my mother what he had asked. She cried and made me repeat myself. She banged on the restroom door and asked what he had told me. “Huh”, “what you talking bout?” He tried to stay in the restroom as long as he could. “Shes lying”, he exclaimed as he came out the restroom. “It was just a joke”, he said. My mother furious kicked him out the house. He looked at me and said, ” I don’t know why you told her that, you know that’s going to hurt her”. He then left with a packed bag.

” You can bring a horse to water but can’t make them drink”.  During that time I expected my mother to call the police start investigations,but she didn’t. Instead she let him come back. After the day that he returned I just tried to keep my distance. Love can make you do some strange things and I know my mother was blinded by love. I used to blame her for the things that he did, but it isn’t her fault. I always ask her 1 question though, ” Why” “Why did you bring him back?” She has never been able to answer that for me. Honestly, she doesn’t need to. I know that my mother feels for the things that occurred due to him. I answered things for myself a while ago; hope. The belief that the guy she loved wasn’t this evil man she had grown with. She wanted to remember him  the way he was when she met him, not as the man who tried to have sex with her 15-year-old daughter. When blinded by love people can tell you about all the negative but until you’re ready to see it for yourself it will never affect the way that  you view  someone or something.

Aside from me asking my mother why, we never really discussed it anymore. Sexual abuse in the Black community is something that occurs so often. Yet, when brought up the accusations are not discussed and rarely reported. It is more so frowned upon to discuss incest, molestation or abuse in the family. Black families; like my family would rather things such as these be forgotten or no longer spoken on. Secrets locked away to be forgotten. I am here to say these people, These stories, and these moments should not be forgotten. These stories being “forgotten” allows the predator to win, and be free. It allows them to do the same thing to someone else. They don’t deserve that. The victims don’t either. So, to abuse victims/survivors make them listen, open those locked closets and let out those secrets. Secrets like these aren’t meant to be kept. Telling could save someone else from being harmed as well. It’s time to make a change and   Break The Silence people!!!

Breaking The Silence

The beggining

As a young female who has faced so many obstacles, I believe its time for me to tell my story! That is why I created this blogging site. I want to tell my story and hopefully help someone else to tell theirs. My life was never ordinary, I never got the chance to live a “normal” life. During my 22 years of living I have endured several acts of molestation by multiple family members, I have lived in an abusive home, dealt with toxic relationships and people.  I have  also battled self-love due to the belief that I wasn’t enough and would never be.

Growing up I never got to tell my story, I was afraid to. I feared opening up to anyone; so  friends were left int the dark. Those close to me who knew of my story never asked, so I never spoke on it. Not speaking on things was not the best idea. Holding everything in led me to have Anxiety. I frequently worry about everything and everyone. Holding  everything in has also led me to have very bad depression. I have not been able to show interest in the things or people who mean the most to me. Depression and Anxiety  work together one is usually triggered by the other, At times it can be Hell! I’m tired of holding onto things that are only hindering me. The longer you hold onto something the deeper it hurts, the more you worry, the more the pain lingers.

I wrote all of that to say this; to anyone with a story, a memory or just someone afraid of letting go, it inst worth losing who you are. It took me 17 years to speak on my journey and the obstacles I have faced along the way,I wish I had said something sooner. After opening up to close friends and immediate family I have felt so much better. I have felt better about myself, my life, and my past. I gained confidence, which is something I didn’t quite have before. To anyone faced with a troubling journey; past or present don’t let it hinder you. Tell your Story!!

I have found that talking about the obstacles I was faced with I gained better understanding about myself. I no longer want to be held back, I’m choosing to tell my truth, telling the stories which have made me who I am. Although they weren’t positive things they were just obstacles that I conquered! The issues I’ve faced I will be detailing in my future blog posts. I’m doing it this way because I don’t want to hide the things I have been through anymore because I know my story does not stand alone. Everyone has their own journey faced with different obstacles, I want people to not be afraid to discuss them freely.I support Breaking the Silence. This is just the beginning. I am telling my story, You should too!

Breaking The Silence

Searching for Closure

In my 22 years of life, I could never figure out why I felt the way I did. Why in what should have been my happiest moments were the exact opposite. Day in and out I have fought with the inability to feel or share like I’d wish to. I have wondered why every new memory still came with a reminder of the past. I’ve merely tried to avoid new memories, thoughts and people to suppress the pain of just remembering. I have ran from confrontation, avoided any uncomfortable situation and tried to remain under the radar for as long as possible. But, I have realized that wasn’t the answer! That was never the answer. Running doesn’t solve your problems, and definitely doesn’t make them go away. So, I decided to face my problems head on; Get answers, Get Closure,and Gain peace of mind. ‘You are strong enough to face it all, Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now”

From what I am able to recall at the age of 5 I began being molested by a cousin; Tevrous Bomer. This continued up until the age of 8 when my family and I relocated to Arizona in 2004. During the time of this abuse I never tried to tell anyone, because as a child you believe you will be faced with consequences because to you its your fault. There is one occurrence that sticks with me the most because, looking back I know I was very strong. Being so young I know there was nothing I could have done,and that he definitely wasn’t going to stop on his own.Through it all I know I was strong.

82 Dairy street was our home at the time. On this day Tevrous was left to watch My siblings, my cousins, and I. I’m unsure where our parents were but, I know Tevrous was the one left in charge since he was the eldest. The day started off ordinary without any issues,us kids watched television and played outside. It was like any normal day, until it wasn’t. It was when I was running around with my cousins that I was grabbed and placed in a room for him to return to when everyone else had returned out doors. During this moment I remember just crying, balling my eyes out until I had an idea (Not Today). I ran to my bedroom and I locked the door. I then turned my radio all the way up.I could hear him banging on the door to get in, and yelling for me to open it. I sat there with my chair facing the door, I held onto one of my teddy bears and cried praying today would not be the day.For so long it seemed as if I had won, he wouldn’t get what he wanted. I began to hear the others voices, as I turned down the music. He began to try and use my siblings so that he could get what he wanted having them to ask me to open the door. As the tears strolled down my eyes I shook my head yelled NO and I turned my music back up. For a while I held my own, I was alone in a home full of people. No one knew my reason for locking myself in my room except him, and he wasn’t letting that stop him. He used a knife to unlock my door, turned down my music and he just stared at me. He stared at me with a different look on his face, a confused look and then walked away.That Day I won. That night he didn’t touch me. I am unsure if it is because he feared that I would tell or if he felt remorse. Either way that day I won because, I was strong.

At the age of 22 I have so many obstacles in my way all relating back to my molestation. Growing up I figured if I tried to forget it would all just go away. I know now that suppressing all these memories has done nothing but hinder my progress. November 2017 I reached out to my abuser whom is now in prison. I searched for him for weeks, gathering All the information that I could. I then sent him a letter hoping to gain some closure, and some answers. It took me 17 years to speak openly on my abuse, and to face my abuser. Just reaching out and writing that letter helped me feel better, as if a weight was lifted off of me. For so long I didn’t speak on things, Now that all that I want to do. I hope that me sharing My life, My stories, and My obstacles will help others speak freely on theirs.I want to Break the Silence!