(((eisenstein)))
Bless your heart. I hear it in your words. Are you okay? It does get better.
Demon attacks? Not today. But 35 years ago, I remember a feeling in the house. Oppressive, cold spots, shadows that moved. What I remember most is the look in the adults' eyes. Wide, creepy, (kind of similar to the character of Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs), to this day I have trouble looking someone in the eye. Maybe that's why people thought I was lying. It's funny, but I believe in demons more than I believe in angels.
Thanks czar.
waiting
I know how hard it was for you to come into this thread. That took guts. I see that tenacious survivor in you now, and I like her. Just know I did not expect you to post. But I did think this borders on briliance. It captures so much of what it's like:
I don't know totally what's true, what's not. I think only survivors tear their past life apart trying to figure out "did this happen?" And then try to pinpoint every minute of every event. If they're not crazy before............they could be crazy after doing that for years. I think most of us will never know all the details. Btw, how does one know if they know all the details? We only know what we (or someone else) remembers.
I think we will never know all the details. There's a part of me, just for intellectual curiousity, that would like to know. But I can feel it deep inside, that I know all I can. After all, how much do non-abused people remember of their life from ages 2, 3 and 4? I know drugs were used on me, and that makes it even more difficult.
At some point we have to let it go. Which is hard for someone like me. I feel the need to quantify every event so I put it in its proper place. Having something like an unsolved ritualistic memory hanging there, just feels untidy.