Good morning @Former-Member @Change123 @Former-Member @utopia
Thank you all for your valuable input and for sharing your experiences.
@utopiaI hope you find the help you need right now in hospital and I hope you will feel better soon.
@Change123My husband does not want to see my counsellor or anyone else. He still believes we can manage this ourselves.
I'm sitting here this morning and thinking of the fairness in life, or justice as they call it.
None of my sexual abusers have ever been charged or taken to justice. And there are reasons why I "choose" that I cannot or will not push charges.
None of the people who commited war crimes against my family have ever been prosecuted. In a dirty civil war they only catch the main offenders, not the neighbour who brutalised or slaughtered the person next door. So many graves, so many death, so many people living with horrendous memories that will never heal. Where is the justice in that?
I will never know if my grandfather committed suicide or was killed.
We also "chose" not to press charges against the hospital who neglected my fathers' care and my father subsequently died in an emergency operation in his early 50s.
I fought as a pupil and student against the injustices in the world and tried my best to change "the world" only to find out, that in the end, everyone is only interested in their own benefit and more than once was I alone in fighting for a good cause. I gave up eventually. I vividly remember the last demonstration I attended. It was an organised demonstration (a concept I never understood) and to disrupt and therefore gain more attention to the subject me and a handful of students decided to do a seating strike on a major bridge crossing. The cause did not affect us, but it was an unfair deveopment for our fellow students. Everyone walked passed us, only another handful sat down with us. We sat there until the police nicely asked us whether we would move or whether they would have to arrest us. I watched the several thousand students disappear in the roads ahead and stood up and walked away. I walked away for good.
Life is not fair. Be careful who you open up to. Be careful what you fight for. That is what I have learnt all my life. I have lived for decades in hiding and pushed my feelings away and continued with a determined focus to build a life. Then eventually and very slowly I started opening up.
And now it looks like history will repeat itself. The world doesn't change, people don't change, and I am once again advised to let it all go, and save myself. I am advised that a legal battle will be long and dirty and detrimental to my mental health (and financial well being).
What is my meaning in this world if I don't have the power to change anything? If I always have to take the dirty deal to make my life liveable? I feel like a traitor to my own beliefs and I feel powerless and worthless.
I have opened a little window in my cocoon and once again all I can see is a world I don't want to live in.