odette
Student
- Feb 5, 2019
- 149
I was a really awful kid, just intolerable, got beaten up a lot. Lots of people would have known, but I guess everyone pretty much agreed that I deserved it or that it doesn't matter. I ran away when I was 16 and a 33-year-old man took me in and took my virginity and was very sadistic, and that lasted for a little over a year. Again, lots of people knew about it, but must have figured I deserve it or it doesn't matter.
I've been almost constantly depressed since then. I have no friends or anyone who notices that I exist at all. I got a diagnosis for PTSD, major depression and dissociative disorder. I'm a triple threat!
A few years back, I was in the deepest pit of depression and I checked in to the psych ward and told them I am thinking about killing myself and asked for help. A nurse there started talking to me and seemed to be really nice. He said that what I really need is just a friend. He said he would like to be my friend and that I should check myself out and we would hang out and be friends. He told me what to tell the psychologist so that I would get checked out. I said what he told me to say and I got checked out that day, and then later that day he picked me up and took me to his home.
We ate hamburgers and watched a movie and then he wanted to have sex. I didn't want to and he acted like he was shocked, like that was completely out of line. I did not feel at all up to resisting, so I tried to just let him. But then I had a panic attack and he got really mad and he took me home. He picked me up the day after that and basically the exact same thing happened again and then he said he didn't want to see me anymore.
If I go back to the psych ward and tell them I'm thinking about suicide, this guy will be there. He will decide when I eat, when I shower, when I get to have a change of clothes (I didn't get to change my clothes for almost a week when I was there before). He will be watching me shower. He can chain me to the bed if he wants to. Every time I think about going back there, it makes me want to die even more. I would rather die than go back there. I wish I wish I wish I wish someone, anyone would think it's worth their time and energy to help me.
I've been almost constantly depressed since then. I have no friends or anyone who notices that I exist at all. I got a diagnosis for PTSD, major depression and dissociative disorder. I'm a triple threat!
A few years back, I was in the deepest pit of depression and I checked in to the psych ward and told them I am thinking about killing myself and asked for help. A nurse there started talking to me and seemed to be really nice. He said that what I really need is just a friend. He said he would like to be my friend and that I should check myself out and we would hang out and be friends. He told me what to tell the psychologist so that I would get checked out. I said what he told me to say and I got checked out that day, and then later that day he picked me up and took me to his home.
We ate hamburgers and watched a movie and then he wanted to have sex. I didn't want to and he acted like he was shocked, like that was completely out of line. I did not feel at all up to resisting, so I tried to just let him. But then I had a panic attack and he got really mad and he took me home. He picked me up the day after that and basically the exact same thing happened again and then he said he didn't want to see me anymore.
If I go back to the psych ward and tell them I'm thinking about suicide, this guy will be there. He will decide when I eat, when I shower, when I get to have a change of clothes (I didn't get to change my clothes for almost a week when I was there before). He will be watching me shower. He can chain me to the bed if he wants to. Every time I think about going back there, it makes me want to die even more. I would rather die than go back there. I wish I wish I wish I wish someone, anyone would think it's worth their time and energy to help me.
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