This woman ψυ's soul is full of wounds and nothing can make her smile.
From a very young age he learned what misery means and what it is like to live only with nightmares. He is drowning in frustration and it hurts a lot. Unfortunately, she will never be able to dispel fear, to find her strength.
In the past, he sought revenge but today all he wants is to forget and think of nothing.
What to say to this woman whose father threw her into this hell?
Eleni from the province of Famagusta reports to ant1iwo:
"I was born in 1961 in an occupied village in the Province of Famagusta and today I also live in a village in free Famagusta. My parents were cattle breeders and I have 5 siblings.
I went to the third grade of elementary school because I had to stay home and cook for my siblings but also to clean the house. My mother then worked late at night on the farm.
My childhood was like hell, nightmares and only nightmares. I lived things and situations that no child has experienced. I do what I can to erase from my memory everything I went through but in vain. Nothing and no one managed to make me forget my past even for a while…
My father took care not to live, to die before I even grew up well
I was only 5 years old when my father started abusing me. He treated me very differently from my other siblings. His touches and hugs were not as they should be.
At the age of 5 he took off my underwear, but it is impossible for me to be able to describe everything he did to me. My torment had no end and he, without a trace of shame, each time gave me secret money to never say anything to anyone. At the age of 12, I could not stand it and told my mother but she did not believe me.
He called me a "liar" and slapped me. He realized that I was telling the truth when he saw him looking through the keyhole of my room - something he was used to -. She got very angry, she shouted at him but he, without giving her any answer, started beating her until I got in the middle. I threatened him that if he continued, I would give him to the police.
But I never carried out my threats, not even that day at the farm…
He sent me something to bring him and I was late. He got very angry and after taking a piece of wood, he started hitting me in the face. At some point from the pain, I fainted. Blood was running from my nose and mouth. I fainted until my mother came to the farm. He put water on my face and took me to the hospital. The doctor kept asking me to tell him exactly what had happened and when I told him, he insisted I report him to the police but again for the sake of my mother I did not.
A few weeks later, my mother went to give birth but because she knew what was happening, she did not stay in the hospital for 24 hours. When he returned home with the baby and saw me, he cried. I had scars all over my body…
My mother knew everything but she was afraid to do anything to change this situation. She was afraid first of him and then of the world. She always cared what people would say. But my father never cared what people would say…
When my mother was missing, if he did not "kill" me, he would bring his mistresses home. I could not stand this situation anymore and made many suicide attempts, I felt so alone and so helpless…
When I was 20 years old, I got married to a neighbor and my husband and I left for Greece. We stayed there for 6 years and had 2 children. Unfortunately, my marriage did not last. My husband went out almost every night and drank a lot. One night when he came home drunk, we talked and he hit me badly. I could not stand this situation anymore but I had no other choice. If I broke up where to go? Back to my parents? Back to hell?
After 5 years, we decided to go back to Cyprus and make a fresh start. Unfortunately, 6 months later, we broke up. My husband left for Greece and since then none of us saw him until 2011. My children located him through Facebook and since then they have been in contact.
I remarried at the age of 41. Unfortunately, this man never loved my children or me. All he cared about was money. He waited for me to pay him my salary every weekend and he disappeared. I was not feeling well at all and so, I made the big decision to divorce for the second time.
My children made their own family and live far away. I was left alone, living in loneliness and bad memories. Unfortunately, my father did not change either, although he was old, he continued to look at me with the same sly look. I was disgusted and every time I saw him I wanted to vomit.
Unfortunately the nightmares of the past never leave me alone…
After my 30 years and until today, I visit a psychiatrist. It has happened to me after panic attacks - I always remember everything I went through with my father - to be treated in a psychiatric clinic but fortunately only for a while. My soul and body will never stop bleeding. Every day I try to overcome my worries, fears and negative thoughts but unfortunately…
My father took care not to live, to die before I grew up. I wish I woke up one morning without remembering, full of courage and without being afraid…
I never spoke to anyone, only my mother. Now I do it only to help the manades who suffer twice but are silent and thus become complicit in a great and unforgivable crime.
Do not be silent, talk, ask for help otherwise your child will die every day, every minute, every moment for the rest of his life… ".
The phenomenon of child sexual abuse unfortunately occurs on a larger scale than we know but is covered by intense secrecy. It is very important to know that there is the Association for the Prevention and Response of Domestic Violence and from which we can ask for help.
Source: ant1iwo.com / Article: Christiana Dionysiou