This is me.
Dreadlocks Journey Emotional Support
I just made a post in general talk and decided to make another post here.
I am two weeks into my dread journey and I am already seeing the change,
not the change with my dreads, but the change with myself.
I was recently diagnosed with PTSD (post truamatic stress disorder), I am currently in therapy.
When I was a little girl, My grandfather sexually abused me. When I was a teenager, My dads partner ( he is gay) verbally and physically abused me. For the longest time i refused to believe my grandfather did anything to me, and I am still having difficulties remembering what happened, all i remember is being diagnosed with an STD when i was just eight years old, thank goodness it was treatable. I do, however, remember everything My dads partner said and did. He was always very mean to me and then one day he punched me, gave me a black eye, and I still thought i was going to be the one getting introuble for it. I moved out shortly after and to this day I still deal with the emotional abuse from that side of my family. hence the therapy. My dad got custody of me when I was nine years old. They said my mother was an unfit mother because at the time she had an undiagnosed illness. Come to find out she had something called Celiac disease, and if any of you know what that is, all it means is she cannot eat gluten. how that makes her an unfit mother is beyond me, so we moved in with my granparents, because my dad really didn't want us, us being my brother and I) and to be honest, my entire life is a blur. except for before the court battle, when everything was peaceful and i had the best family anyone could ask for, but that all ended.
I recently, (june 2011) moved back in with my mom. I 20 years old. 19 at the time. I don't know what took me so long,
before i made this decision, on my own, it was never an option. I always did what others asked me to do, i never made my own decisions, someone else always made them for me. Someone picked out my clothes, in highschool i wanted to take pre calculus but my father told me that there was no way i would pass and made me drop the class, I grew up in the church of christ and then was told that if i ever stepped foot into another church other than the church of christ tht i would burn in hell. needless to say, i don't believe in god anymore,
I am my own person, and two weeks ago decided to start growing dreadlocks. these two weeks have changed me and I am so very excited to see how they continue to change me. I am finding out who I am and its all new to me. I feel like a child all over again.
updated by @sunshine: 01/13/15 09:11:21PM