I started this site one night when I couldn’t sleep, needed to vent and didn’t know what else to do. I have tried many times to to write my story in the hope that maybe I could help someone but every time I start writing it down, I get flashbacks and anxiety so bad I have to stop. I feel compelled to help children and I believe that until the school system starts talking to children starting in kindergarten about what (sexual, physical, emotional etc) abuse is and let them know they are not alone and they do not have to keep secrets-the domestic abuse, rape, molestation, child abuse etc… will continue to perpetuate. By the time I was 8 years old I was already damaged goods which is why I believe the younger we start talking to children, the better. Unfortunately, as much as we spend on helping the victims of abuse: the addicts, domestic abuse shelters, rape counselors etc.we are emptying the ocean with a teaspoon because every day more and more abusers are being groomed as they live through their own abuse. I wish I knew someone famous or I was someone famous so I could get a program started in the schools but i am no one with that kind of clout
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Defying Death 
Haven’t been on here in a while. Started having seizures which, after two weeks with electrodes glued to my head, turned out to be from complex PTSD. I never knew PTSD could cause seizures but apparently it can so now my shrink is trying to get me into a 30 day PTSD unit for treatment. I was a victim of both torture, including having to play Russian roulette with a loaded 38 revolver at the age of nine as well as every kind of abuse imaginable. I am not sure if I will ever be normal. I have struggled my whole life with flashbacks, nightmares and panic attacks. God help any children in abusive and neglectful homes.
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