My love, my saviour part 1

This post will be about turning 21 and meeting my saviour.

A few weeks before my 21st birthday, a few stressful things happened, my mum lost her job which resulted in us losing our house and being moved into a homeless shelter.

The homeless shelter was made up of houses and flats, it was a place people went if they had lost there home or were escaping abusive relationships, it was also used for young parents and familys .It was a nice place and i felt comfortable there, my mum, me and my littler sister settled in quite well, we all seemed alot happier and i felt less anxious, even some of my symptoms died down which felt brillant.

We had been there a few weeks, when a new family moved in directly opposite us, i wasnt really that interested at first, i had always been quite shy, so i wasnt one for intruduing myself. As the day went on I had totally forgot about the family that had been moving in but later that night when my mum and sister went to put the bins out i heard talking that seemed to be coming from outside, i went to the passage window and seen my mum talking to a woman, i couldn’t see the woman properly because it was dark but i could hear her, she was very loud and had an accent i’d never heard before, i was curious so i went to investigate this mysterious woman, when i stepped out of the front door, i seen my mum and sister standing with the mysterious woman and a few children, at first i thought- oh god look at this woman will all these kids, no doubt they’ll be trouble.

My mum and sister were still chatting away when they noticed me standing behind them at the front door, they called me over and my mum started to introduce me, as mum was talking I looked at the mysterious woman standing infront of me and the thoughts i had before suddenly disappeared, i started to feel warm, my heart sped up and a smile crept up upon my face, the woman infront of me was beautiful, she was tall with long brown hair, her figure was slim but curvy, she had the most amazing eyes and smile i’d ever seen, i couldn’t stop staring, i felt memorized by her beauty.

Over the next few days i felt my self thinking about the mysterious woman more and more, i couldn’t get her beautiful smile out of my head, over the next couple of week i learned her name was vikki and she was a mum to 5 children, we never really spoke to eachother at all but there was a beautiful silence between us and a lot of smiles exchanged.

It was 3 days before my 21st and I was still drinking pretty heavy at this point. I had planned to go out to a few pubs with my mum and some of my family, i invited vikki to come along and my little sister would babysit for her, there was no doubt at this point that i had a massive crush on this woman but obviously i wouldnt do anything about it because as far as i was concerned she was straight. The night went pretty well apart from a few incidents where i drunkenly lashed out at men in a jealous rage over vikki, i admit it was weird because i had only known this woman for 2 weeks but i wanted her more than anything, she was burned into my brain, she was all i could think about. I admit it sounds quite stalkerish but i dont think she had any clue about how i felt, we all ended going back to our flat, i was so drunk that i dont remeber much after that but i know i ended up at vikkis, we didnt share a bed but slept in the same room.

The next 2 weeks were a whirlwind of emotions for me, most of them i had never felt before, i was really falling for vikki and the more time we spent together the stronger my feelings got, everything felt so right with her but i knew i couldn’t act on anything i felt, i didnt want to fuck up and scare her away, if i couldn’t have her as my lover, the next best thing was keeping her as a friend so thats exactly what i done, i made a lot of mistakes that i still regret to this day, i slept with 3 differnt women while trying to forget about my feelings for vikki, every single one was a huge mistake, i didnt have any feelings for any of them but i just wanted to forget about the woman i craved but couldnt have, one night in particular stands out from all the rest because that night i seen the most beautiful body ive ever come across. I had come back from a night out and was extremely drunk with the person i had been out with that night, that person also turned out to be one of my many regrets, vikkis oldest children, were outside my flat talking to my little sister, i asked where there mum was, they said in the house so i left my friend without a second thought and in my drunken state i went to find vikki. I walked into her house, went through the kitchen into the living room, i couldnt see her, so i went to the bottom of the stair, i shouted her name but there was no answer, now normally i would have just left but something told me to walk upstair so i did, as i approched vikkis bedroom, i heard talking, i entered the room and there she was stood at the window with a curtain wrapped round her talking to the girls out of the window, i stood and looked at her for abit before walking over, she must of heard me, she turned around and the curtain dropped and there stood the most beautiful woman i had ever seen standing in her underwear, neither of us spoke, i walked over and she turned back to the window, i stood behind her and put my hand on her bare flesh so my finger were resting on her ribs, as soon as my had touched her skin i felt a wave of breathlessness move through my body, my heart was beating fast and my mouth went dry, her skin felt so warm and soft, i couldnt believe i was touching the body of the woman i had fantazied about for so long.

13Th of September 2012, the night that changed my life, me and my older sister had arranged to go over to vikkis for a drink, i took a litre bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke, vikki was in her house upstairs lying on her bed when we arrived, the night went quite quicky, we never made it downstairs, we all sat on vikkis bed drinking and talking, at about 10pm we were all pretty drunk, my sister isnt a big drinker so she decided to call it a night, i stood up to go with her but vikki soon stopped me in my tracks by telling me she wanted me to stay with her and finish the last of the bottle of vodka, i laughed and sat back down as lynzie left to go home, as the night went on we talked and drank more, i ended up laying beside her in bed, i cant remember much after that and i dont think anything very sexual happened apart from some cuddling but what i do know is that, that night was the start of a 3 year wonderful and emotional journey for both of us.

In my next post, i will go through the ups and downs of mine and vikkis relationship.

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Hello there, my name is terri, im 24-years-old, i thought i’d come here and share some of my life experiences.

Ive recently went through a break up thats hit me pretty hard, i thought my ex was ‘the one’ but it turns out she didnt think the same.

Im gonna write abit about my life below.

I live in england in a city called newcastle (yes, im a Geordie), i love it here and very proud of my roots.

Icant remember alot from my childhood but i remember some key dates, 23 of april 1997 the day my baby sister was born (i wanted a brother), 28th of August 1997, my 6th birthday it should of been a happy day but i remember it as the day my brother first abused me.

The abuse went on until i was 11, sometimes it was just my brother and sometimes his friend joined in, those 5 years were the worst years of my life.

During the abuse, i remember feeling, scared, dirty, ashamed, guilty and helpless, i lay there to scared to move, i wanted to run and cry but i was stuck frozen and silent, afterwards I’d lay in my bed crying and shaking, i was 6 years old, i was a child and somebody i trusted, somebody i loved, kept hurting me over and over again. I didnt understand what i had done to deserve the abuse, i tried my best to be good, thinking it would stop but it didnt.

The 20th of September 2002, a month after i turned 11. I was on holiday in turkey with my mam, my nanna and grandad, my little sister and my brother (the abuser). i got up early that morning, i went downstairs in the apartment we were renting, my grandad was sitting at the table reading the paper (it was in turkish so i think he was just looking at the pictures) the sun was shinning bright through the apartment window and reflecting on the marble floor. I asked my grandad for some breakfast, he made me some cereal and i ate it at the table outside, after i finshed i went upstairs to get ready, i wanted to go in the pool before everyone got up, i asked my grandad and he said it was fine aslong as i was careful.

I had been in the pool about a hour when my brother (the abuser) came strolling out, as i seen him approach the pool my stomach started turning, i felt dizzy and sick, i had never been alone with him in a whole week, lucky just before he reached the pool, my little sister came running outside, my brother stopped and turned around to pick my sister up.

Later that day we we’re all sat outside eating lunch, we had a trip planned for that afternoon, my mum said we could go in the pool for an hour after lunch, so me and my little sister quickly finshed our food and headed to the pool with a few other kids from the apartment block. I remember one boy in particular, he was scottish, i think his name was andrew, we became friends, me and andrew started playing a game of tag and some of the other kids joined in, not long after my gradad came walking out of the apartment and slipped on some water and hurt his back. I got really told off for running and dripping water everywhere, i was a bit cheeky and my grandad grounded me and stopped me going on the trip we had booked, he said i had to stay behind with him and my nanna. I was upset seeing my mum and sister leave so i went to my room to sulk, about 10 minutes later my nanna shouted me down, my grandad was in pain and he needed to see a doctor, at that moment i turned to see my brother (the abuser) sitting at the table, he had decided to stay behind to help my nanna, while grandad was poorly, my nanna then said i would be staying with my brother while she took my grandad to the doctor, i could see how much pain he was in so i didnt argue. For the time in a week i was alone with my brother… That day was the last day the last day he abused me.

So thats my first installment but I’ll be back tomorrow 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Anxiety is a killer.

This post is gonna be how the effects of the abuse have changed my life and made me into the person i am today.

So i have been suffering with anxiety and depression for 10 years (since i was 14), its been a long and hard journey that at times i didnt think i would survive.

When i was 13 life was quite good, the abuse had stopped and i was free although i still lived with my abuser, life was pretty normal, i was at high school and had a good group of friends, i had my best friend who i’d met that year, she was new to the school and i soon found out she was just as crazy and weird as me.

I was happy for the first time in years but that soon changed, once i hit 14 i started drinking and experimenting with drugs, i was hanging around with a group of 7 girls and 1 boy, we all had difficult childhoods and felt we all fitted together.

We started with drinking at the weekends for a bit of fun but it soon escalated in to most nights after school and then drugs were intruduced, just a bit of weed at fist then a bit of speed to help us stay up all night, i thought we were having harmless fun but for me it turned into something alot deeper.

I started to notice that the drinking and drugs made me feel better, made me forget things that had happend and made me feel normal, even when my friends werent doing them, i  was.

I remember my very first panic attack like it was yesterday, i was with my best friend at a close mates house who was alot older than us, i hadnt had a drink but we did have a smoke with my close friend and her partner, i was sitting laughing and joking when suddenly i felt like i couldn’t breathe, my head felt fuzzy and i was sweating, i stood up and said i needed to go home, my friends asked if i was okay, i didnt answer i just left, they were to stoned to follow me so i was on my own. I remember thinking i was gonna pass out, i felt so paranoid and panicky i wanted to get home so bad that i practically ran, luckily it was just up the street so it wasnt long before i was walking in the front door, i went upstairs to the living room, my heart was beating so fast, my hand were clammy and i felt sick but i just wanted to lie down. I went straight to bed and must have fell asleep.

When i woke up in the morning i felt fragile and strange, like i had a hangover, I decided then that i was nevee gonna touch drugs again.

After that night the panic attacks became a daily occurrence and they were becoming quite a problem,i didnt know what was happening or why, i thought i had a life threating illness, i really felt like i was gonna die and became very depressed, my mum noticed and took me to the doctors, they told me i had anxiety and depression.

I continued to drink right through my teenage years and as the years went on the drinking became more frequent but it wasnt enjoyable anymore it was purley to block out the pain of my childhood, it also helped me cope with anxiety, if i was drunk i didnt feel the symptoms of the anxiety but that all changed when i stopped drinking at the age of 21.

At the age of 21 i stopped drinking (ill explain why in another post) and thats when the anxiety hit me like a tun of bricks, i felt everything, every little twinge and ache but it felt 10x worse. The symtoms of my anxiety were all physical and very scary, i was a nervous wreck, everything was suddenly terrifying. I was scared to leave the house in case something bad happened, scared to sleep, scared to eat, at some points i was even scared to live, i had become a shadow of my former self, i couldn’t even remember the happy teenager i once was.

Next installment will be my life from 21 til now and how i met my saviour.