iris said:
It's not that I want to be cruel or anything towards you, but to be honest nothing traumatic happened to you that day (night, whatever). So stop playing the victim that you haven't been.
(not that I think Iris will come back to read this) but did it ever occur to you that he might have been holding back? He said what he was comfortable saying, you might've sooner come to that assumption then ignorantly declare it was nothing.
I've had quite a few childhood traumas of my own. My father was a satanist and all I ever knew about my mother was that she cheated on him with three guys, and these things I learned about when I was 13 and younger. I grew up mostly with my grandparents, and great grandmother who was dying of cancer. All of them were constantly yelling and arguing and being mean all the time, and it made me very depressed. I walked around school with my head down staying to myself, afraid to ever form a relationship with anyone.
When I was 13 my father came to live with us. He always had the door closed and was a hardcore alchoholic who was also mean at times, he had become a christian for a while, but I guess learning about Illuminati and Qabalah and that a lot of what is in Christianity and Judaism has this mystical occult tradition, drove him back into magick, which he missed anyway. He preferred to be naked and drank alchohol in front of me. It wasn't a sexual nudeness but it was still messed up for an older man and his son. When his friend came over they would go out back and do pot and cocaine. I wasn't invited to see it, but they spoke of it openly. He also boasted of doing acid and all sorts of other drugs. He was a rocker, had a local band and was very good guitarist and 3D design artist. He had another girlfriend who came over sometimes and they would have sex in my bedroom. I remember it would reek afterwards. I despised these torn apart relationships and cheap ones afterwards. He made me express fake kindness and kiss her on the cheek, but I didn't like her at all.
I heard voices in that house, and saw spirits, and men in black, and many other things no one could understand. You can't exactly go to a therapist for satanic ritual abuse or demonic entities in ones house. These were things I could never telll anyone about, as most would just think I'm nuts, so I kept it all inside. I became the loner. One time I had a girl over, just a friend, and my father, who I looked up so much and was cool in so many ways, said some remark about me and a bunch of demons screwing her. I let it go and forgave him, but looking back now I can see that once one has sold their soul to satan, theres no real going back. When I was 15 my father killed himself, then my grandmother, who I was also close to, died of cancer soon after. My great grandmother having died years ago, I forget what age. There was always arguments and sorrow and tragedy and evil in that house. My dad had a photo supposedly of the devils face out by the pool. He made a demon summoning portal (in his teen years) in our living room (it was an old house) eve when, as he told me, his spellbooks said to only make them outside. He said that he had people over and they would be talking, and there would be this thumping outside, and they got quiet, and it went away. And they started talking, and it would come back. We had a pot bellied pig and it was found dead after only 2 years (and we only ever fed it vegetables) just lots and lots of creepy messed up stuff that went on in that house and in those days. Too many to write here.
My stepgrandfather was an Italian, roman catholic, and seems to have some issues himself in his past. His older son would always start arguments, and always had kids with him. There was later a legal case where one of the kids he was with sued him and sent him to jail so I assume he was molesting them. He never got to me, but he would come over and start arguments with his father (my step grandfather) and one time I was told afterwards he got so angry he took off his clothes and demanded something. In all ways, there was no concern to shield my innocence. All adult things and conversations happened around me, it's almost like I had no childhood at all. Some of them were advanced discussions though, like quantum mechanics and spirituality, and I myself was pretty bright for my age, but as I said that came with a LOT of negatives. Stuff I'm still trying to sort out 30 years later.
My bestfriend from my childhood stabbed me in back, stole a bunch of money. I fantasied about having a relationship with a heard a certain album of music when I was 13 and the my father did Tarot and other divination, with spirits around. The Tower card (16 - meaning ruin and destruction) kept falling out. He made me evaluate my relationship to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, with Tarot Cards. 16 years later, a woman came into my life and a year later devastated me. (I am now understanding this had to do with a past life experience and back when I was 13 and my father the Occultist came into my life and gave me that tape.) And it was when in that very year I actually saw a demon very clearly. I won't blame whoever reads this if they don't believe me, but It's all true.
There were lots of creepy times when I'm told that I was sleep walking. One night I knocked on his door with an ashtray in my hand and asked "is this it, is this where it all goes?" And he would say "no, you're it." At least thats what he told me, I don't remember any of it. I might've been possessed for all I know. There were 5 abortions before I was born. I heard it from my grandfather that my real father wanted to get rid of me. My mother threw me across the room when I was a baby, and my grandfather caught me, or else I might've suffered brain damage. I'm told they kept my crib in a room full of snakes (which watched over me rather then attack me) but still, it was very messed up. As I said nothing adult was hidden from me. While other children were watching disney films I was shown Pink Floyd the Wall, and the X rated Fritz the Cat movies.
I would be playing D&D with my childhood friend, and my father would come out and talk about how he was doing some ritual and calling down the moon. And how he supposedly spoke to his guardian angel, and the four archangels, and they gave him some kind of divine quest, but he didn't bother with it and one of them attacked him. He would come out the next day with whole conversations written down (more then likely with demons) but at that time I believed him. He claimed to have heard the lyrics to Ozzy Osbournes song Tomorrow, before it ever came out. The song was ringing in his head, and what a haunting song it was. He named me after the haunting welcome to my nightmare album, the Steven child whose toys were broken, and all his friends went home, and lots of other stuff that I mentioned in another thread the songs all fit my life, it's like he put a curse on me.