Hi Everyone!
I don't know if anyone remembers me from THIS small post. But to those who kindly commented I just wanted to say that I'm finally expecting! Yay! It's too early to tell friends, etc, but I'm so excited that I thought I would share the news with you. So thanks! Also, I would love to hear updates on some of the other posts...how did things work out?







6 comments:
Congrats! That is great, I'm so glad it worked out for you. good luck in the months to come!
(I was the first commenter in the other post you made)
Congrats!
I guess I'll post an update. I posted this post about how I was sexually abused as a kid. I never got around to counseling because other things popped up that were more demanding (money-wise) but I ended up going to a psychiatrist about a month ago at my sister's behest (who is bipolar). Turns out it's very likely I'm bipolar too, though low-grade (the clinical term is cyclothymia). (The doctor doesn't want to diagnose me after seeing me only a few times.) It's scary but I'm on an anti-depressant and an anxiety med right now and they seem to be working.
I also commented on your post and remember you very well!
Having been in the same boat as you, I wanted to share that I think having gone through this it makes you such a better parent! Also, you are so grateful for the little life growing inside of you and appreciate it so much more when you had to "work" for it! I'm so happy for you. Really, I know it is heartbreaking to not conceive and hope all goes well with your pregnancy!
Peaches-
I never commented on your original post, but I did go back and re-read it. I don't know if it will make you feel any better, but I was reminded of this poem:
We Do Not Truly Understand...
Joy...
until we face sorrow.
Faith...
until it is tested.
Peace...
until faced with conflict.
Trust...
until we are betrayed.
Love...
until it is lost.
Hope...
until confronted with doubts.
Then when faced with these things, we arrive at a place deeper than mental understanding. It is a place called experience.
Experience then brings knowing...
... and we come to know joy, faith, peace, trust, love, and hope beyond all doubt.
Then we can share these blessings as the most valuable gifts we have to give.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
Anyway, I hurt for you and hope you will find peace.
Congratulations!!!
(I never post questions on here, so I don't have any updatates, sorry! :)
Peaches,
I really wish I had been reading this blog back in February. I know you aren't really asking for comments now, but I wanted to share with you my experience. I have found that sharing with other victims and hearing their experience has helped me a lot. My offender was my older brother. He was removed from the home when my parents discovered what was going on. Can you imagine having to call the police on your own son? I feel very appreciative of them for that. I didn't have to forgive him, but being so little, I don't think I would have known any difference. He was my brother and I still loved him. It has been almost 25 years now, and I still have a relationship with this brother. He has a family of his own, who I spend lots of time with as well. My kids are really close to his kids. He did sit down with my years back and formally apologize for everything that happened when I was little. I know he has moved past it and so have I. But, it took me a long time. My anger was never directed at him, it was directed at the fact that I was molested. I felt really violated. And like you said in your first post, I had major anxiety whenever things got even heated. I had issues with relationships with any males. I began to feel like I had to do things sexually in order for a guy to actually like me. Man, my thinking was really messed up. I still sometimes worry about my husband being upset if I say no to him. I did about 3 years of therapy after the intial incident, but I went through more conseling after being married. I've been on medication for anxiety a few different times, and I fully believe in the benefits. I know you can become addicted, but after a few months, I usually notice that I've been feeling pretty good for a while. So I begin to SLOWLY reduce my dose. Like two weeks at a time. Like one day I would take a full pill, the next a half. Then after two weeks, I would begin taking half a pill every day. Continuing like that. Peaches, my heart really broke for you when I read your story. I really hope your psychiatrist and doctor help you out. It sounds like you are for sure on the road to recovery.
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