Okay so you don't know me but heres some information, I'm 23 and was diagnosed with depression when I was 10 by the time I was 12 I had clinical depression. I know where my depression came from but it wasn't to long ago that I was able to open up about it you see I was raped when I was 8. I was away with a local church group and at that point I hadn't had any sex education so had no clue what had really happened I just knew it hurt but when I tried to tell the leader I was called stupid and imaginative. After that I did what anyone else would have I kept my mouth shut I didn't want to feel the way that leader had made me feel again. However once the sex education started when I was 10 it was like my world just started to crumple. I felt ashamed, dirty and betrayed I had trusted my leader and she just ignored me and made me feel idiotic.
As the days turned into months I locked up more and more. Then my health started going downhill slowly at first but over the years its got a lot worse. I withdrew from everyone not trusting my parents, sister and being honest I didn't have friends. The only person well animal that I didn't pull away from was my cat. When I was 16 we lost my cousin to cancer and I think it was then that the big cracks started to appear. I started self harming and by the time my 17th birthday arrived I had took 3 overdoses. Of course I tried therapy but I just couldn't bring myself to open up. At this age I had a very very unhealthy approach to sex also it just seemed to be nothing special there was no emotional connection to it and I ended up pregnant.
When I found out I did fight because I now felt I had something to fight for but as usual nothing stayed right for long and 14 weeks into my pregnancy I miscarried. I sank even deeper into depression than before and this is when the nightmares began. I had never been much of a social butterfly but I could still go out but now I was stuck as everytime I went out the panic attacks started happening. I don't know how I exactly broke I just remembered I did and I told my mum about being raped, about the nightmares and about the panic attacks. The baby I kept to myself that was my own seperate curse.
My mum was more understanding then I could have ever expected she just held me and let me cry it out. Its only been through her that I was able to go back to my GP and tell them my tablets weren't working of course they changed them and perscribed some more therapy. To this day however I still haven't had a long enough time frame with a therapist to build up enough of a working relationship to talk fully about what exactly happened but I have recieved treatment to start working on tackling the panic attacks. While I still can't go out to the pub or go shopping by myself I can get through a day of work or go to my hospital appointments. Even the doctors can see I'm trying as even if I can't get up the courage to ask them a verbal question they are willing to answer the ones I had written down for them.
However since I was 18 I have been diagnised with a progesterone allergy, diagnosed with endometriosis, recieved muscle damage to my jaw, tendon damage to my wrist, had my femur and tibia twist, suffer from daily dislocations of my kneecap and to top it all off another miscarriage. In the last 3 years I have undergone a total of 17 operations under general anasetic and 1 under a local anasetic. I was woke up incorrectly from one of the operations as they removed the part of it that kept you asleep but forgot to reverse the muscle relaxant leaving my awake and totally paralysed which now gives me even more recurrent nightmares. I have to see a psychatrist on a weekly basis who I have just started trusting but has now informed me that we only have a few sessions left as shes leaving to have a baby but wants me to open up and talk about losing mine which is very hard. I am on the maximum strength my GP can give me of my antidepressant which at the moment still leaves me feeling exactly the same. Plus a lot more.
Even now I wonder what more could I do but all I do know is I'm not ready to give up!