So yesterday I posted Abuse From A Parent – My Experience. It was a blog post that I was nervous about posting but I need to talk about what happened after I posted it.
I felt so so worried when that blog post went live. I didn’t know what people would say and I didn’t know if it was the right time for me to share my story.
It wasn’t about if people would read it. My blog has and always will be my space on the Internet to write about what I am thinking about and what is going on in my life. It is an online diary for me. If it helps people then that is amazing but the posts are more of mind dump for me.
The support has been incredible. I have received some messages of people that have been through similar experiences. It is good to know that I have people to talk to. We are there to support each other.
Was I worried about my abuser seeing it? Yes and no. My abuser has a narcissistic personality so in some ways he will like that I am talking about this but on the other hand, I was worried. He is not in my life anymore so I shouldn’t be worried but I guess worrying about abuse will never go away. I lived with it for 24 years.
It has been 24 hours since I posted and the support I have had is the reason that I love the Internet. The kindest of some people and the love that you receive is like nothing else.
I have had a few comments saying I am telling my story for attention or to help engagement on my social media. To grab attention from people. If anyone thinks that then you are wrong. I have been getting ready to write about this for almost 18 months. I didn’t know how much I would share of if I ever would. If I couldn’t write about it or felt it wasn’t right to then people still wouldn’t know what I went through.
I haven’t spoke about it for likes, it hurts to wrote about it. The likes are not worth the pain.
I’ll write about my progress again soon. I want to help people and raise awareness.❤