It isn’t your fault there are just too many bad people!

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Do you know why bad things happen to good people? Because there are a LOT of bad people. I am not unique that they have only descended upon me either. The bad didn’t hone in on just me. It is everywhere and so many people have been through trauma after trauma because there are frankly TOO MANY BAD PEOPLE!!! 

I was watching mindless TV last night…don’t judge me now…I was watching… The Bachelor. Out of the hundreds of things that stood out to me as irritating, sexist, demeaning, one thing always takes the cake with that show. The word “terrifying”. They use it every other sentence. It is “terrifying to think he may not choose me,” or “terrifying to go ont his journey”. People, you have no IDEA what terrifying is. Really, it is an insult to individuals everywhere who have experienced terrifying. 

I got off topic, bad people everywhere. It seems everyone wanted a piece of me. I don’t know why. I will never know why. My best childhood girlfriend, my middle school, guy friend, and my list goes on. Whenever someone got me alone they took. As a child, I didn’t realize they were taking. I learned today in therapy that I dissociated at a very young age. I coped in a way that children do. I had to. When your brain leaves, and it becomes repetitive, wires get crossed. My wires were crossed at a young age. Because of that, when something happens now, unexpectedly, the same PTSD response is brought forward by my brain. Today my therapist and I worked on some reprogramming. We discussed an event where I experienced PTSD, froze, and was unable to speak. She took me through a simple exercise where I relived that moment and changed the ending. She gave my box fan as an example. My box fan burned up the other morning. I woke up to a smokey room, jumped up, threw the fan out of the bedroom window, aired out my room, then felt the calm that comes when then “fight or flight” is over. Smelled smoke, alert, reacted, tossed fan out, resolved problem, felt calm. This is what should happen in fight or flight, but with me it doesn’t. I don’t come back down. My anxiety, brain, and  nervous system stays on activation setting,and  hypervigilance. After the phone call that upset me last week, it took me 3 days to calm down. So in therapy today, we relived that scenario with an ending that allowed me to speak and not experience dissociation or PTSD. After doing that exercise I was so angry. I have PTSD because of bad people! So many bad people. How unfair! And I would have told this guy who called me to shove his words up his ass had I not been molested for half childhood. I know, after abuse what being “terrified” means. So The Bachelor girls need to get a grip and stop using that word.

We don’t live on fluffy clouds. No one can live in such denial that they think life is unicorns and fairies. But my parents did. They thought it was “safe” to send their little girl to an old man’s house alone every week. They thought it was a good idea to let their daughter go to a ski camp run by men and live with them men while there, alone. They thought it was ok to take their little girl to Costa Rica and not keep her safe. I was never safe because I was tossed into the fire and no one did anything as I burned. What did they think would happen? Just throw caution to the wind? Eh, lets hope for the best? And none of my family, those  fuckers can even say they are sorry for anything that ever happened to me. So I felt unsafe and unprotected. And after multiple men had had their way with me as a child, I had PTSD. Do you think I for a second will let them off the hook for that? Make excuses to make their lives easier? No way. They suck for tossing me to the wolves and acting as if they had no idea all of the bad people were tearing me apart bit by bit. 

When those bad people attacked me and my parents found out about it, IF they had wrapped me up in their loving arms, I would have known how it felt to have BAD and then GOOD again. They didn’t. I never knew how to experience something bad that ended with me feeling safe and protected after. It was not then surprising that after I was attacked 10 years ago by my friend’s husband that I did not say a word. I MAY have seen warning signs with him but I had no inner guide because my youth broke my brain. I walked right into the fire on my own with no clue I would get burned. A bad man found me again. Experiencing abuse as an adult is completely different than experiencing it as a child. For me at least. I experienced shame and guilt at a level I had never experienced before. Because of the abuse as a child, I had no way other than slipping into PTSD coping skills. And THAT makes me very angry. Had I never been abused as a child, I have no doubt I would have seen the signs of this man earlier than I did. Just like the phone call last week. Had I never been abused I would have just told this pathetic piece of shit that he was just that. But I couldn’t. 

Abuse held me hostage. 

Abuse left me vulnerable.

Abuse created PTSD.

Bad people created PTSD. 

Abuse left me vulnerable and not knowing what safety feels like.

My parents could have protected me from 90% of the things that unfolded in my life. They didn’t. And I despise them for that. Not only did they provide direct access to me by bad men constantly, they never held any accountability, nor did they ever try to make me feel safe again. They picked at me, demeaned me, ignored me, then blamed me. I was surrounded by bad. It is a miracle that I made it this far, alone. 

I lived my childhood in a constant state of hypervigilance. Is it so surprising I don’t know how to NOT be in that state now. I lived my childhood feeling dissociated due to constant abuse. Is it surprising that I respond with that coping mechanism when feeling threatened now. After making it through ALL of that, another bad man came. Because there are bad people everywhere. What a rollercoaster living constantly hypervigilant and then freezing and being paralyzed when something bad does happen. Never feeling safe and protected at the hands of so many men is it so surprising that I freeze when a delusional person from my past calls me and attacks with cruelty. None of my behavior is a surprise. I have been a victim of abuse and trauma more times than I can ever count. There are consequences to that. Consequences I have to live with and try to work through.

Why did those bad things happen to me? I am a good person. Because none of it had anything to do with me. It never did. But I have to deal with the trauma of others actions against my body. That attack on my body misfired my brain and it is going to take a long time to work through that. It is going to take a long time to process the past so that it does not affect me so intensely in the future. Looks like my therapist and I will be going through it one event at a time and creating a better outcome than what I once felt. An outcome where I could speak. An outcome where I was embraced and loved after the bad people took. All of those takers. They just took and took and took. They tried to take away the good in me. They wanted a piece of me. I don’t know why. I can’t change what they took. I can just try very hard to rebuild. Right now, I really hate the takers, and I am ok with that. I hate those who didn’t fight for me and protect me. My family who abandoned me when they heard the full truth, I hate them. Hate them for blaming a victim. Hate them for being cowards. I hate my childhood friends who took a piece. I hate the man in costa rica who took from a 14 year old. I hate Billy Banks for destroying my childhood and everyone who stood behind him. I hate david bloomquist for locking me in his garage and I hate his wife for blaming me. I hate my brothers for not making me a priority. I hate every member of my family that made me feel I didn’t matter. I hate that they critiqued my looks so relentlessly that I starved myself. I fucking hate all of them. Every person who took a piece and left me with shattered shards. In this particular circumstance, hate is a good thing for me. It allows me to feel. To not be numb. Feeling is good. The hate wil pass. Those people will become as insignificant as they truly are. But right now I am pretty angry that I cant cope with a damn phone call because of a disorder, caused by bad people, which could have been prevented with parents who were even slightly aware. They may not have abused me themselves but in their inaction they did in their own way.

I am not unique in my experiences with countless bad people or the PTSD that it caused. 

I know you are all out there, good people,, who have suffered at the hands of bad people. I am hoping as you read this you know that you are not alone in this battle. You are not alone struggling to breathe, struggling to find yourself, and struggling to hang on to that tiny piece hope that is just out of reach. I am right here fighting through it with you. I know abandonment, I know loss, I know desperation and desolation. Know that if I could I would wrap each of you in security and safety and tell you that none of it was your fault. It is a battle to overcome all of the trauma, just know you aren’t in it alone. I’m battling right there with you. 

19 thoughts on “It isn’t your fault there are just too many bad people!

  1. You are a very strong person.. I LOVE YOU for your courage.. a BIG HUGGG to you..

    you went through this all by yourself.. you are a beautiful soul.. forgetting won’t be easy… but you survived you are a courageous woman.. FORGIVE is it possible… let them go.. don’t think.. FORGIVE each one of them.. they will get for what they did.. I LOVE U is all i want to say now… and so nice to know that you are there for people who need the support.. I AM WITH YOU.. God bless u.. Please forgive all.. You are right now have the strength, you managed you struggled.. you made yourself come out of it.. still writing and reaching out to people.. U R A GREAT SOUL..

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      • I will get there. I have “let go” and “given them over to God” many a person. Each one takes their own time before I am ready. Usually when it happens I feel a great release of burden of the connection that was unhealthy and hurtful. I’ve just felt the sting of anger and rage and hate. It will be short lived but i am still allowing myself to feel it. I will burn out quickly on that as it is not in my general nature to feel that way. But since I have been numb to emotions from those people, silenced by them, hurt by them, I am allowing myself the freedom to feel whatever comes up. I have a 3 day rule. I allow myself to be angry for 3 days. Then I have to let it go. It may find its way back in the future but 3 days until i break the cord.

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      • Thanks for listening to me and sharing.. 3 days of anger, you are hurting urself for 3 days too long not fair on you.. i just came up with an idea.. if you ok with it.. let’s do this ( I will also try it myself, which i will today itself i guess) .

        The time we get angry.. let’s light a candle (a small one) in front of god.. Stay and wait till it burns out completely as if the person is burning and will pray for his peace and forgive him… What say.. do you think this will work??? I am gona do that today..

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      • HAHAHA… good one “So those suckers will be burning a long time!!!! ” but in the end don’t keep any grudges in mind.. forget all that happened and FORGIVE them.. say aloud for your heart and ears to Hear.. I FORGIVE YOU for all you did to me.. you no longer exist in my life..

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  2. My cat is very good with people who are struggling. I have brought street people in for a meal and Cheyenne likes them whereas she can attack other visitors. Unfortunately my cat is also racist if we are going to accept the empirical data

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  3. oh bethanie, this was so powerful. it made me cry. I cried for that little girl, that teen, and that adult you were and are now. I hope writing helped you some. Your post resonated with me. Sending lots of hugs to you. xxx

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