The stalking commenced

As I said in my closing word in the previous post, with my mother kicking out the stepfather that had abused me, the problems did not stop. In fact, that was the moment that the stalking commenced.

He appeared at my school, pretending to pick me up. But my classmates knew that he was no longer living with us and not authorized to pick me up, so they rushed inside to warn me and the teacher. Thankfully, the teacher kept me in the building and called my mother, who then rushed to school and at the sight of my mother, that coward ran for the hills.

He also hung around the neighbors and told them sobstories about how he was “no longer allowed to see his little girl”. Strange, seeing as I was not his daughter. He was one of my abusers and he had even put me in a position where I had a conflict of loyalty. He had forced me to call him daddy and when I had a slip of the tongue when I was on weekend visitation at my father’s, this caused me great distress. Not that my father ever did or say anything to make me feel bad about it, but even he could tell that I was being forced.

Anyway, the sobstories did not really have effect, since he complained to the same neighbors that had heard him shouting at me. So then, when he could not seem to get his hands on me, he decided to go lower and he one night kidnapped my mother’s dog from our backyard (back when we had a normal, low picket fence with no locks) and dropped him off somewhere far away from where we lived. Luckily the lady that he dropped the dog off felt that something was off and checked the badge on the dog’s collar and called my mother to inform her that her dog was with her. So the dog was soon back home again, but of course the entire ordeal had scared us immensely.

I am not exactly sure if much more had happened, but at one point the decision was made to go into hiding. So we packed up and moved in with one of my aunts in another city for a good while. I would attend a new, much bigger (non-Christian) school and with all of the stress from the abuse, the stalking and the failed attempts at kidnapping me I had started having trouble holding my pee in. What also did not help was that the hallways in the old schoolbuilding were immensely long and I simply never made it to the toilet in time. Many times the teacher would come to find me when I was out of class for a long time and she would find my in the toilet stall, in tears with wet clothes.

So I had to start potty training all over again at a later age, which of course was very embarrassing. I also did not fit in with this class and school, because I was just dropped inthere in the middle of a school year and the wetting myself was reason enough to either be bullied or excluded by most of my classmates. Needless to say that this was added stress for me and it did not improve my overall mental health.

When it was assumed that he had given up his attempts to find us or to bother us, we moved back home and I got to go back to my old school and class. Amazingly enough I had never failed any of my classes during all of this, so that was at least something that did not suffer from all of these traumatising events.

I was welcomed back to my old school and class and slowly I settled back into the life as I had known before the stalking started.

But of course, sod’s law, this was not the last we had heard from that former stepfather. But I will write about that in the next post.

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Until the nect post, take care of yourselves and your loved ones!

Love
From a Healing Mom