Saw a post today about a son that was falsely accused by his sister and ended up going to jail for a month. This has triggered an ongoing ptsd episode. The anxiety is killing me.
My dad’s second (now ex) wife is truly the worst person I have ever met. She abused me on nearly every level. She turned my own father against me. She lied to him about my behavior because she was jealous I was outperforming her kids.
I developed bipolar, she worked as a behavioral health specialist at a school for kids with developmental and behavioral issues. There is zero chance she didn’t know what was happening to me. Bipolar is not fucking fun, FYI. It is a hell that you carry with you. Her lies denied me the medication I NEEDED. Ended up having to drop out of college because it’s really hard to study engineering when you have been awake for six days. The only way I could sleep was with booze, as I suffered from nightmares from the bipolar. When I pass out drunk, I do not dream.
What’s bothering me now is that towards the last year of their marriage, she moved from trying to falsely accuse my father of abuse and tried to do it to me in an effort to spite him. My father recorded every fight and every conversation in that last year. Nonetheless, what very nearly happened still fucks with my head. I had to sleep in the goddamn parking lot of my work in December. I live in one of the coldest continental states. It gets to -20 here. I couldn’t even go back into my own fucking house because if I did I would likely be carted off to jail. For the record, no, I never laid a hand on her, and she gave me plenty of reason to. I am inherently not a violent person. I grew up in a violent home and would never want to put that pain on anyone.
I read the post on Thursday and it keeps replaying in my mind. That could’ve very easily been me. This is fucking up my sleep schedule which tends to make the bipolar very, very unhappy. I never did shit to that woman, I haven’t seen her in nearly a decade. I managed to get my shit straight and went from being homeless to having my own house. I have come crazy far and yet this vile attempt at a woman STILL torments me. I just. Want it. To. Stop.
Thanks for listening.
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I am so angry for you, what did your dad to even help you? That vile lady only had had access to you because of him!
I did prison time from false accusations of DV and all the while character defamed and forced to be punished by the state for being abused which is continued abuse. Small town politics and factors that left me with 0 physical evidence whatsoever to prove she put marks on her own neck and lied to the police. And because of the lovebomb effect I made the mistake of trying to protect her and left out the knife part. But I’m willing to commit perjury by admitting I lied when I signed my plea agreement for a reduced 3 yr sentence I already had almost half done in county jail before prison. My mental state has definitely been molded and taken a toll from mental, emotional, and psychological trauma, drug addiction and head injuries so I wish you the best in your situation and you made a good choice to vent and be understood in a very delicate situation.
That sounds like hell you went through.
If you’re up for it, let’s focus on the positive! From homeless to home owner! How did you make that happen? That doesn’t just fall into your lap, I bet you’ve worked really hard for it.
Where is ex-stepmum now? I hope you and your dad cut all ties with her?
Hey! I’m so proud of you first of all. You went through many years of abuse and instability not of your own fault but you climbed your way back up and now look at where you are. PTSD is no joke and I hate getting my trauma triggered but being able to post this to work through it is an amazing step. If you’re not already, definitely bring it up with a therapist preferably a trauma certified therapist. I’m married now and super secure and happy but was recently triggered from a suggested Facebook friend who assaulted me and I shut down for like a week until I talked to my therapist. I find it really hard to talk about my own trauma so you being able to do it even anonymously is so brave and amazing. I’m wishing you all the best. We are more than our experiences and our abusers. We’re getting better in spite of them. Hang in there ❤️🩹