Abuse can take many forms- mine was not physical, but was mental abuse, emotional, that came in the form of refusal to help with my studies, humiliation from teachers,- they had no idea of my past and thought I was just lazy-. My parents helped my older sister, younger brother, they were also allowed to do outside acitivities but I was not, because of the fatigue, something that I did not understand, and until recently never connected fatigue to having had a brain infection. I came home different, and never knew what "hit" me, I just knew something was not quite right, and had no words or ability to communicate what I felt. Even to this day, I remember those strange feelings, and struggle to find a way to communicate just why and how I feel.
To those who have been physically abused, leaves one feeling "used", trust is broken, etc. I too was sexually abused by a same age play mate, but it pales in comparison to the abuse I suffered at the hands of those I loved, trusted and looked up to for help.
I am angry at my parents for not listening to me when I struggled for words, angry at the nurses in the hospital for not paying attention to my seizures, angry at the doctor who did not treat me properly, and also did something unethical to me upon admission to hospital, (form of sexual abuse).
I have lots to work through. and I dont know where to begin.
