Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Help Please


I need Bible verses. I can't find anything to settle my soul. My cat will die today. I feel anger with my husband. My daughter has been raped and her boyfriend just can't let it go so that she can get help and get on with her life. His anger has about destroyed their relationship. y mother is getting older. I feel estranged from my sister. It is becoming too much for me. I have caught myself sleeping alot. I can't let the depression control my life but it is creeping in. Dear friends, please help me.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Life Goes On


Good morning dear friends. Yesterday I left my Mother in her new home and came back to mine after being gone for 6 weeks. With all that has happened with my mother's move and my daughter I am exhausted physically and emotionally. But, the "@#@$" didn't stop when I got home.

My daughter and I had a chance to just be together with the 6 1/2 hour ride home. She has contacted the Navy in two different divisions of the base in Japan to find out how she can report this. The reply they gave was since she was not in the Navy they could do nothing. She was told that possibly that if she reported it to her police department they could give you the information you needed. Luckly her dear boyfriend is a policeman where they live and he can help. She is also going to a crisis center today now that she is home and I am sure they will have the answers on how to proceed. I am so proud of her finally screaming I won't take this anymore. Will keep you updated.

I am in awe of each of you that responded to my cries. And for you that this story bringing back the horrors in your own lives, I am so proud of you speaking out. My prayers for your healing are daily and I sincerely hope that your know that I will always stand behind you in your journey.

Telling my mother goodbye was so hard. But my daughter stressed to me alot on the way home that I am going to get sick again if I don't take care of me. It is time to let go. 5 years ago after my father died and I took over everything I became very ill. Apparently she feels that I am heading down that road. When did our children grow up enough to start taking care of us?

When I walked into the house last night, my husband announced that the cat has been spitting up blood for the past 4 weeks but didn't tell me bacause he didn't want me to worry. When asked why he didn't take her to the vet he informed my daughter and me that he had to work and on Saturday and Sunday's he didn't want to do anything. He told me that he knew I would take care of it when I got home. Needless to say my "mini me" went nuts on him and then barely spoke to him again before me taking her to the train station. I am going to call the vet now and see if I can't get my Ms. Charlie in this morning.

With love and prayers. Donna

Thursday, August 20, 2009

My Child

Life goes on as it has been. Up in the morning and off to pack. I am almost done now and with my daughter here it has made life easier...until now. I NEED prayers for her dear friends. Tonight it all came together for me for how I had a right at times to worry. Each of knows that when something is off with our kids. Well, I have been feeling this for awhile now and just couldn't put my hand on it. And now I know. Tonight just before dinner she broke, crying hysterically and I finally was able to pull her back to my bedroom and actually had to force her to talk. She was sick she was crying so hard and then out it came. She had been raped over Christmas.
My daughter had been in a serious relationship for a long time but he was now in the navy and stationed in Japan. She had met someone and knew that decisions had to be made in the relationships. So, she went to Japan to see and spend time with a man she was considering marrying. After a few days when she realized that this life was not what she wanted and she didn't love him enough to be married, she told him. And, he raped her. She now feels like it was her fault because she couldn't make herself fight back, she couldn't force herself to come home immediately. She said she just acted like it never happened. Until a couple of weeks ago the flashbacks started and she realized what was what. She told her boyfriend, the man she wants to marry someday, about what happened and he is so confused. I don't know if he really understand the logistics of why it took her so long to say this. She is going through the feelings of guilt, shame, maybe she deserved it. NO NO NO NO NO I told her I would be by her side through this whole process of whatever she needed to do; but, I insisted that she go to a Rape Crises Center when she gets home and I will go and hold her hand if she needs me to. Her love is a NYPoliceman and has connections about how to handle this. I don't know if her guy really understands though. I pray that he can heal too and that the relationship just becomes stronger instead of breaking down like some do after crisis like this. She thinks that if it does it is her fault for telling. I keep telling her this is not her fault. It is a crime of violence and should not be ignored. Of course armed forces won't deal with it but just confronting the situation will help to heal and let him know that she won't keep quiet and she will fight back now. I saw her get mad tonight. Good for her. But I want to take the pain away. I am praying hard to God to pick her up and carry through this. One good thing is now that she has admitted to herself and the ones that love her what has happened she has gotten mad. And she will work with being mad to make sure the right athorities know what he did. She knows that nothing will come of it but the fact that she did not stay quiet will strengthen her soul.
And now she has told another. Just a few minutes ago she told her grandmother. Three generations laid in bed crying and holding each other. We will all heal together. I just want to make sure my dear sweet Karen heals and will live a whole life again. Please pray for my child.