Postby IRONm@N » Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:36 pm
she is lucky if this didn't happen to her.
From Somalia
I was born in Moqadishu, Somalia and was brought to Canada by my grandmother at the tender age of 5. She raised me along with my aunts and uncles and so I never knew my parents and siblings. When I hit puberty, all I could think about was my parents and how no one could understand me like my mother would've. I wanted my own family I would tell them, and any decisions they made for me were unjust. It didn't help matters that I was also molested by a family member that I looked upon as a father figure, from there grew anger, resentment, and depression. So at the end of grade 7 I was sent to Ethiopia to meet my mother, my grandmother accompanied me. I can't even describe to you the expectations I had for my mom and my siblings, which sadly were tossed aside once I was with them for less then a week. My grandmother went back to Canada early due to her fragile health. From there it was chaos, my own mother resented me for being the one that got out and lived in the "West". She physically beat me, gave my possessions away to random neighbours and just simply broke my heart. My cries for help to my family in Canada went unnoticed, they felt I was being dramatic and over exaggerating everything for attention. All I remember was going to bed one night, having breakfast the next morning and coming to with 2 ladies holding my legs while a woman came towards me with a razor, I struggled and managed at one point to escape, but they just came after me in the street and once again held me down, I weep as I type this because this memory is so horrible to me. I spent weeks recovering with ropes tied around my legs. When my family found out what my mother had done, they sent me money to go see a doctor but by that time it was too late, my mother had already collected the money for her own personal use and I didn't see a cent. They booked me a ticket to come back to Canada. Can you please help me, I don't feel adequate to have a relationship, I'm disgusted at my genitalia, and the idea of intimacy or someone touching me there haunts me. I'm jealous of my girlfriends and their relationships and I feel like I'm lacking something, I'm not whole and care free like they are. If you can get back to me with any information how I can get "fixed" that would be great. I finally have the courage to finally want to put this past me. My mother passed away in 2006 and I don't want to carry this physical memory of the hurt, pain and anguish she has cost me. I'm done being bitter.