jessie's Thorns
Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:49 pm
Hello, my name is Jessie this is my story and I'm stuck with it. I was born the middle child in Ohio. I had an older brother 3 years, and a younger brother who was born when I was nine. Our parents were both alcoholics, fought constantly, and we lived in the projects in a very poor part of Ohio close to Kent State University where I spent a winter semester in 1969-70. I wanted to attend further but I had to work in a nasty factory just to be able to afford that one semester. My parents had helped my older brother financially, but when it was my turn they said they had no money For Me! I had just graduated from high school and my Dadkept yelling: when are you gonna start paying rent around here? He said, you are nothing but an ornament in this house!
I have been depressed my whole life. The Grandfather on my Dad's side had been molesting me from the time I was a few months old till age 10. At age 10, at the dinner table, I TOLD them what he was doing to me. They got so mad at me that my Dad threw mashed potatoes across the table into my face and started yelling that his father would NEVER do anything like that and I was a LIAR!!! I could tell my mom knew I was truthful, because the grandfather used to come over and when he thought no one was looking he would put his hands down her top and under her skirt!!! I witnessed this every holiday, and just about any other chance he could get. So, when that episode at the dinner table happened, and the response I got, something snapped in me, and I KNEW I was alone, that after I had worked up the courage to TELL, and they did not believe me the depression worsened.
My father worked in a steel mill for almost forty years and he made himself miserable and the rest of us also every day of it. He blamed everybody else for his problems, and drank booze to try to ease his emotional and physical pain. The steel mill went on one of many strikes when mom got pregnant with me, and for years after my Dad said they were so disgusted with finding out about a second baby that "it was the worst news they ever had". Dad told me to my face they did not want "another one"!! That story was told to anyone who would listen for years. My sin in the family, was that I was a girl. The grandfather hated women, even though he was married to one of the sweetest people I've ever known, my Grandma Helen. Who he treated horribly, but back then,as in most families you swept all the bones under the rug!!! When I was nine yrs. Old my parents wanted one more, hopefully a boy. That is when my brother James was born. They were elated, and spoiled him the best they could. One thing they thought was hilarious was holding Jimmy only Dad's lap and letting him "sip" beer out of Dad's glass. Jimmy didn't have a chance, he was alcoholic when he was only in his early teens. My parents would always deny,deny, deny that he had a problem. Jimmy was like a child to me, because they would go drinking on weekends, leaving me with a four month old baby. Older brother "Bo" never helped me, he was the meanest brother a sister could ever have. He was also an alcoholic. Jimmy never had a mean bone in his body and when he died after my husband and I took him in, was when the panic attacks started and I am still suffering from them. I will tell more about Jimmy in another segment, and more about the sexual and emotional abuse.
I have the most loving, understanding husband ever, but why does this immense black cloud encase me, yes I have been to a couple of therapists, they did their best, but I am still paralyzed with depression and anxiety. I am starting the course and on my third cd, and workbook study, I feel this is my last "hope". I will do Anything they tell me even when I don't want to!!!
Let's stick together-----------Jessie
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I have been depressed my whole life. The Grandfather on my Dad's side had been molesting me from the time I was a few months old till age 10. At age 10, at the dinner table, I TOLD them what he was doing to me. They got so mad at me that my Dad threw mashed potatoes across the table into my face and started yelling that his father would NEVER do anything like that and I was a LIAR!!! I could tell my mom knew I was truthful, because the grandfather used to come over and when he thought no one was looking he would put his hands down her top and under her skirt!!! I witnessed this every holiday, and just about any other chance he could get. So, when that episode at the dinner table happened, and the response I got, something snapped in me, and I KNEW I was alone, that after I had worked up the courage to TELL, and they did not believe me the depression worsened.
My father worked in a steel mill for almost forty years and he made himself miserable and the rest of us also every day of it. He blamed everybody else for his problems, and drank booze to try to ease his emotional and physical pain. The steel mill went on one of many strikes when mom got pregnant with me, and for years after my Dad said they were so disgusted with finding out about a second baby that "it was the worst news they ever had". Dad told me to my face they did not want "another one"!! That story was told to anyone who would listen for years. My sin in the family, was that I was a girl. The grandfather hated women, even though he was married to one of the sweetest people I've ever known, my Grandma Helen. Who he treated horribly, but back then,as in most families you swept all the bones under the rug!!! When I was nine yrs. Old my parents wanted one more, hopefully a boy. That is when my brother James was born. They were elated, and spoiled him the best they could. One thing they thought was hilarious was holding Jimmy only Dad's lap and letting him "sip" beer out of Dad's glass. Jimmy didn't have a chance, he was alcoholic when he was only in his early teens. My parents would always deny,deny, deny that he had a problem. Jimmy was like a child to me, because they would go drinking on weekends, leaving me with a four month old baby. Older brother "Bo" never helped me, he was the meanest brother a sister could ever have. He was also an alcoholic. Jimmy never had a mean bone in his body and when he died after my husband and I took him in, was when the panic attacks started and I am still suffering from them. I will tell more about Jimmy in another segment, and more about the sexual and emotional abuse.
I have the most loving, understanding husband ever, but why does this immense black cloud encase me, yes I have been to a couple of therapists, they did their best, but I am still paralyzed with depression and anxiety. I am starting the course and on my third cd, and workbook study, I feel this is my last "hope". I will do Anything they tell me even when I don't want to!!!
Let's stick together-----------Jessie
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