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The beast has changed significantly over the years.

 

I love her more than I ever have.

 

I am still very much afraid of her.

 

I think of how  much I feared the beast as a child and feel amazed that there were things that happened to me during my childhood that were so traumatic and yet I was scared to tell my mother.  So I held these incidents inside until they disappeared and slowly they have crept their wayback  into my life. 

 

A life that was turning out to be pretty good at some points.

 

A life I miss dearly yet never want back.

 

I was scared that she would physically hurt me for allowing others to hurt me and that kills me inside. It pains me the most because this wasn’t just a fear, the beast would have done it and I can’t imagine ever having a child and hurting them so terribly yet the beast did it with such ease.   I can’t remember a time I had ever felt safe growing up.  I was in constant fear of elements in and outside of my home. 

 

I can no longer have anger towards the beast.  I let that go so long ago but I wish I could go back and help that little girl; protect her, tell her she that she will be ok, that she is not bad and that everything happening to her is not her fault. 

 

In one of my treatment centers, one exercise I could never finish was one in which you were to find a childhood picture and speak to that child.  I just can’t do it at the moment.  I start to cry uncontrollable every single time I look at the picture I try the exercise with, I have to immediately put it away. I often get criticized for running away from my problems. 

 

Running away kept me alive for many years and it is what I have learned to do to cope with dangerous things.  It not only kept me alive but it kept me hopeful and happy and it kept me motivated to try and try until I suceeded.  It helped me become owner of a coop, a college graduate a good employee.  Its just isn’t so easy to change these things when you have been doing them since you were practically born; in one way or another.

 

The beast is very sad today and I feel so sorry for her.  She was thrown away by her parents…literally, the beast was found in a dumpster.   Both of her parents were alcoholics who suffered from mental illness  and these traits were definitely passed down to the beast and her allergy to alcohol makes her the worst kind of drunk that there is…a dry one.  I can speak to her childhood picture, although it is very emotional.  I often wonder where all of these cycles began and if I will be able to stop this one.

 

The beast and her two siblings were “saved” by their grandparents who reminded them daily that they were not wanted and were an obligation that they would fulfill very minimally.  They never owned any new clothing and spent their youth in a dark basement.  She was raised with an iron fist and when the beast turned up pregnant at 16, she was kicked out of their house.  The beast was offered a full scholarship to an amazing college right before that.  She was told women did not go to college and that her job would be to serve her man and care for her family.  A guidance counselor from her school went to the home to plead with her grandfather to allow the beast to pursue the opportunity and he was shown the door in a not-so-polite manner.  The beast has genius IQ. 

 

She  idolized her grandparents if they were gods.

 

 I never loved them. 

 

At roughly the age of 6, I began to be molested by a teenage girl.  She was the daughter of my landlord and it happened regularly until we moved when I was 11.  It happened on the other side of the basement wall in which we lived.  Quite often my mother was right on the other side of this wall.  I sometimes wonder what she was doing at the exact time these sessions occurred.  For years I lived with this memory and never spoke of it.

 

This is the first time. 

 

I never even put it into words before today and as I type, I feel quite disturbed about it but not distraught as in many of my previous stories.  I can only conclude that over the years I have come to terms with it somehow by thinking of it slowly and then more frequently until my mind sorted it out on its own.

 

I remember when it first came.  I was drunk.  I was bored.  I went to my constant companion in times of loneliness…my computer.  I was on a site that tracked old classmates and started going through some names of old classmates and came across the name of a girl I went to school with.  This classmate had the same last name as the girl who did this to me and as I started to think about a birthday party my classmae had and the memory suddenly surfaced. 

 

I froze. 

 

I am amazed how I can remember that moment so perfecly in my head. 

 

The memories flooded into my brain quicker than I could keep up with.  To this day every time I think of the woman who abused me, I think of my classmate.

 

Every single time.

 

Then I began to look for any information about this woman and found very little.  As the years after progressed, I periodically checked on her and finally found a picture. 

 

She looked mad.

 

 The whole family was crazy. 

 

There were 6 children that ran rampant and terrorized the neighborhood. The youngest was 2 years old when we moved there, the oldest 19.  At any given time some or all of these children would be in the yard, shirtless, shoeless, filthy.  Even their dog terrorized us and the neighborhood.  He was finally put down after biting too many people.  His name was Blackie and I hated  him.

 

 These children broke into our apartment so many times and trashed it, stole our belongings, broke my toys.  I remember coming home one night and finding my roller skate in the toilet bowl, I cried when I saw it, I felt so invaded, so unsafe.  The police would never do anything about it, even after we found my mothers imortant papers buried in the back yard.   They always claimed there was no proof to arrest anyone.  One of the boys chased me into the apartment once and set off a fire cracker.   I was terrified.  I remember the mother who coincidently had the same name as my abuser never looked at you, she always spoke staring at the sky.  It was strange.  She looked like a hippie and was filthy all the time. 

 

Your life changes when you remember something of this nature.  It makes you question your entire existence when you realize you had blocked out something so devastatingly important  and you even start to wonder if certain life decisions were possibly based on this repressed memory somehow.  It just really warps your whole sense of self and I have definitely changed dramatically.

 

I visited that house a few times in the past 10 years.  One time I passed by and it was boarded up and looked like it has been the victim of fire.  Years later, I went back and it was gone.  There are two houses there now…I think I healed dramatically when I saw that the house was gone.  I recall initially feeling so upset that it wasn’t there..   I felt I needed to see it  but about a minute later as I drove home the feeling changed.

 

I felt peacefulness in my heart that day.  I felt safer somehow.  Imagine how rare it is that a home is torn down and the land is split into two plots.  I feel that it was a gift from god.  I truly do.

 

So many bad things happened there.

 

I can only imagine what the beast would have done had she know what happened back then but I believe it would affect her much differently today.  I think it would really be too much for her to handle and she would be so saddened by it. 

 

I will never tell her.

 

Every so often an old memory will pop into my head out of nowhere and it will stun me.   It scares me because there are so many things I just push out right away and I know need to deal with them to function  but some are so painful or shocking that It seems unbearable.

 

When I was a runaway, I “dated” a guy that sometimes would put me up in a motel.  Drugs and prostitution were rampant in these motels.  There was a beautiful little girl that lived with her mother. She was about seven years old with long blonde hair and a sweet disposition.  Her mother would sometimes leave her with me and not return for days.

 

I was a complete stranger and her mother just left her.

 

There were several regulars that would rent rooms to do their drugs and use the women who lived there.  They had good jobs, wives, families and this whole secret life.  It amazed me.  I found myself in a room full of men one night and this one woman and they were all smoking crack.  It wasn’t until that very moment that I realized just how serious it was that a 16 year old girl was living a life like that.   I was offered to smoke but refused.  I made a promise to myself that day; I would never smoke crack or inject heroin.  I had never been exposed to  crack until that day and they smell of them smoking it out of pipes and beer cans repulsed me. 

 

 I can never forget that smell. 

 

On this night I learned that the mother of this sweet little girl had been “lending” her out for crack.

 

 I wanted to protect her.

 

I didn’t.

 

I can never change that.

Written by Tiffany Sams

May 30, 2011 at 5:59 pm

coast

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I feel like I coast through life just waiting, for what I’m not sure.  I read all sorts of self help material advising me to take life by the balls, be in control of my own destiny blah blah blah.  I then spend the next week or two feeling gulity for being so complacent or “not in control” then comes the shame, then all of the usual things that follow in a negative mind set.  Tomorrow is my birthdy and as I approach 35 years old, I wonder how this became my life.  When I was a child and feeling like a prisoner, I would envision my life as an adult….free from ridicule, abuse and lonliness but here I am in the same situation except now I am my own abuser…how ironic that everything I vowed not to be, has become exactly who I am.

I realize now that I am just waiting to die.  I have no real dreams anymore and as I coast to be free, I am so lonely in my own mind.

Written by Tiffany Sams

November 8, 2010 at 2:22 pm

Terrible with Today

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I seem to have great difficulty writing about the here and now.  It takes many years for me to be able to express into words my feelings and reactions to life’s events…happy or sad.  Although I currently feel on the cusp of what some may call a mental breakdown, I can not write about it.  I can not even know for sure what or why this is my current perspective.  If not for my near 20 hours per day of sleeping, I may not even realize there is a problem.

I want to elaborate with myself but nothing comes to mind.

Written by Tiffany Sams

August 7, 2009 at 1:04 pm

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bitter SWEET

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Once upon a time

Once upon a place

You were here with me

We were face to face

 

You said we’d be forever

Our love would never die

You said you always be there

Although it was a lie

 

I wonder why you did this

Why you’re not here today

Wonder what I did

To make you hurt me this way

 

Maybe it’s not your fault

Somehow you went amiss

But you never said goodbye

Not even one last kiss

 

Even though I am angry

And probably will never forget

The way that you just left me

To live in such regret

 

There will always be a place

In the center of my heart

That never will forget you

And feels we didn’t part

 

So even though you’ve killed

Any chance that I may have

To live a happy life

With someone else instead

 

My heart will always love you

As long as I may be

On this lonely earth

Without you, just me

 

 

Written by Tiffany Sams

March 17, 2009 at 11:59 pm