I was sexually abused by my dad while my mom watched.

I have not heard your full story but, know your pain and am very sorry you ever had to go thru anything this bad.
I hope mentally and physically you’re ok. I am sending you some prayers and hugs.

Hello @1pjf and welcome to Mayo Connect. Sharing our stories with others on a forum like this can be really helpful. It allows you to connect with others who care. Just putting your story into words is a great first step in clearing out the years of abuse and neglect.

Not all cases of child abuse are remembered as an adult. Especially if the abuse happened during the pre-verbal stage of life or if the abuser used drugs and/or alcohol to numb the awareness of the child.

I would encourage you to visit some of Connect's other discussion groups in the Mental Health support group. Here is a link to those discussions,
https://connect.mayoclinic.org/group/mental-health/
Often when abuse happens at an early stage in life, mental health issues are diagnosed in adulthood. If you have a mental health diagnosis, you might find discussions on that topic as well.

It's important to develop a healthy group of friends that can help to take the place of the unhealthy family where you were raised. Are you developing a network of healthy friendships and support? Do you have a therapist that you can talk to on a regular basis?

I have two great friends I talk to, but most of all I have the best husband! I also do have a counselor I talk to every two weeks. I have been with her for 5 years.

As I grew up, my dad, my 3 sister and my mom, would call me fat. I felt they called me fat all the time, and in different ways, song, poems, and simply by laughing at me. The very last time I was call fat, my one sister introduced me as the fat sister. I sat at a 106 pounds and 21 years old with my boyfriend sitting next to me. I was so impressed, put everyone agree!! Looking back at pictures I wasn’t fat at all! But all my life I believed I was.
Once when I was 10, my sister and I wanted to go deer hunting with dad because our cousins were going too. My sister was a year older than me by , my dad finally agreed after we begged for days. He would only take one, and he picked me! I felt so proud of myself that my dad picked me over my oldest sister after all she was his favorite . I was excited really, that night they found clothes for me. The morning came and I was ready. My dad drove to a place I never saw before, and there were no people at all?? He hunts with a huge group of guys! So we walk to this fence right way, there are 3 bar wires on it. And the snow passed the second one. I asked dad for help to get though, he said you wanted to come you get yourself though it. I made it through but the snow was so high I couldn’t keep up with my dad. I was trying so hard. The gun shots when off. The guys in my dad’s hunting group didn’t know I was even in the woods. My dad never told anyone I was even coming, and we didn’t meet up with them before they went out. Dad planed all of this. I knew it as soon as he lost me. But what I never knew is how much he really hated me! To do this was so very hurtful!! I hate myself too.

Thank you, my story is so long, I did just add a little to it tonight! Thank you!

I'm glad to know that you have support, @1pjf. That's most important.

I was sexually abused by my dad while my mom watched. I was also mentally and physically abused by my whole family! My grandfather also sexually abused me. By age 2 or younger I had a collapse lung, a cut above my eye, 1 broken rib, ammonia, and I wouldn’t sit on my dad’s lap without crying. He held me for a whole hour once I cried the full hour. As for my eye my parents told to different stories on how it happened??? Dad said there was so much blood he had to Baired my blanket. That sounded so different when he said that?? I didn’t understand stand why, but you don’t ask my dad any questions! When I was in the hospital with ammonia my dad visited a few times on his lunch hour, mom didn’t visit at all. The doctors had to suspect something was wrong, that dad took my out of the hospital earlier! I have to go. Sorry

oh wow how could they live with themselves ?

My story is so very long. I am getting counseling so I would like to think I am dealing with my anxiety fairly well? I guess that’s why I am writing, to ask how and what I can do differently!! But first I have to give you more of my story. Please forgive me for any mistakes I make writing I have SLE (Lupus, HPOA, RA, my trachea collapses every time I exhale, and tuners on my spine.). It’s hard I get tried easy.

Ok as I was growing up I was called a crybaby all the time. My dad would say come on 1Pjf cry come on cry, he would just keep on and on!! Wouldn’t stop! But he would do this in front on my uncles, aunts, and friends it was so embarrassing he wouldn’t stop that finally I would cry. After I started to cry he would call me a crybaby and hit me on my head send me to my room. He and my family called me fat all the time! I was 106 pounds at 20 and I still called fat in-font of friends and people I didn’t know. I was very fat, in fact my sisters were heavier than me?
My older sister and I wanted to go hunting with my cousins during deer hunting season. We asked dad for years if we could come, finally he said yes. Only one could come, he picked me. My sister being the older one was really upset! It made me feel so good. The next day, dad didn’t meet up with his big hunting buddies? We went into the woods by ourselves? He took me right to 3 bar wire fence, I couldn’t climb over it or go underneath it because of the deep snow. I asked dad for help, he said you wanted to come you deal with it. By the time I made it to the other side, dad was almost out of sight, but I couldn’t keep up the snow was to deep! And now the hunters dad hunts with are shooting and don’t even know I am out there. I remember praying so hard and crying. That’s why he picked me!
It was like that all my life, he would say things like, you know 1Pjf, and she would never amount to anything, do something with your hair, take off that make up. I had to buy my own clothes, shampoo , shoe, at age 13. I had to burrow my mom money but a lot of times she didn’t pay me back. I babysit. They made me give my older sister money. I worked really hard for my money but I could never feel secure with my money.
My sisters could never do anything wrong, I could never do anything right. I was afraid of heights they would make me do things that I would just shake. Playing games they all would pick on me, I would go in my closet at night and cry plus pray and hard that God would take me!! There is so much so much! But now I am 16 and my grandfather sexually abused me for the last time, this affects me hard. I didn’t tell anyone who would I tell? I spin and loose who I am. But I am starting to look nice and guys notice me. I can’t date guys longer the once or twice in fear of sexual assault again. I finally meet my husband, but I try to brake up with him all the time. I didn’t think I could be a wife. I thought he was a great guy! It was all about who I was! Finally I tell him, he treats me like I was gold. We talked and talked he understood everything, he was my answer to my prayers!, Gods gift to me! I can’t tell you how great of a guy he is!!
But my family still can’t leave me alone? Dad calls the cops on me said I was steeling. I never stool ! He sat in his living room with rifles next to his chair. And bullets next too them. He was always bad at me, but we were the only ones that would help him. He would call me up any day and start swearing at me I couldn’t say a word and he would end every call with. I bought you into this world I can take you out. Mom would make up lies then call my sisters tell them I did this or that and always believe her! My mom even called the cops told them I was going to kill myself and I have guns. They closed my road, and there were cops all over my neighborhood pointing guns at my house. The called my husband home from work, but I wasn’t even home . But the cops were there waiting for me . Now my mom husband die, in the obituary she listed her daughters I wasn’t listed, but my kids were? There is so much more! I stayed silence. And yet they can’t give me up. I can’t understand it.

Thank you so very much, but I have told you all of my stories yet. But I thank you so very much!i hardest part for me is knowing I ok by being silent? Or should I stood up for myself?