I will start by saying: these posts about my childhood trauma I’m telling you guys; are a heavy topic. Sensitive people and minors are advice to not read this. The content contains rape, violence, mental abuse, physical abuse, and death. Sociopaths, psychopaths and a lot of narcissism.
I write it here to sort out my flashbacks and memories.
But also, to leave something for investigation, in case something bad happens to me. I have survived a lot and it would be a shame to get this far and not be able to tell my story, just in time.
This is in Sweden.
Sex grooming Fatima
I will tell you this story from two aspects. First from the facts and feelings from my childhood and second through the eyes, of me now, as a grown-up.
I can’t speak for Fatima as you understand. But I will take the freedom to explain what I heard and saw back then. And interpret it through what I consider to be healthy or not.
My dad was much for humiliating both physically and verbally. When we weren’t doing as we were told he would pee on us. Fatima that had high standards wouldn’t let him decide for her. So she got peed on a lot. It went further with him pooping and smudging both poop and pee in her hair and leave it there for days as a punishment.
My dad would physically force my sister to stand up and verbally tell her to sit her ass down and be humble. He used to bite her, punch her, slap her on the face. She had lots and lots of bruises and bite marks on her body.
he used to throw us around. Both playingly but also violently. He threw us against walls. He dropped us on the floor with on leg hanging in his hand.
He played with fire in the bedroom and burned her hair. It was just an experiment of some sort. but also to put her in her place.
It went as far as him hitting her and slapping her on the face and at the same time telling her no to defend herself. She wasn’t allowed to put her hands up in front of her face. It went as far as him punishing by cutting off two fingers from her hand. With a chainsaw, he took her index finger and thumb away.
After that incident that went too far. He tried to comfort her with role playing as a doctor. So he slowly but surely cut her leg off. it started with a foot. the wound didn’t “heal” correctly, so he cut more and more of her leg. Until he came to her thigh and realized that if he went any further he would end up cutting her vagina.
He never apologized to her. Pretend he was doing it for her best. And then he would eat the meat. He left her traumatized but made her believe she had to take it for the greater good.
At the end of her life, he just thought that she was useless and it didn’t matter if she had no legs at all. So the days before he took her away he cut o her other leg as well, and took out her left eye from her face.
Every kid loves a dad that sticks to her lick glue. Who is the real co-dependent one here?
He would sit on the couch reading books for her, with his fingers in her mouth. With the same fist suddenly hit her in the face. I noticed that she dozed off and bit him. But he woke her up, trying to reconstruct her body clock. She was not used to being awake at daylight. That’s when she slept. She’d wake and cry of surprise and he would just leave here there crying and go grab him a cold beer or whatever. He made her feel so weak, he did things to her thinking no one saw it.. made her believe she is crazy for being afraid.
She’d wake and cry of surprise and he would just leave here there crying and go grab him a cold beer or whatever. He made her feel so weak, he did things to her thinking no one saw it.. made her believe she is crazy for being afraid.
He was a constant menace, she learned that even if he was wrong, he was right. She knew very well it wasn’t true but he left her no choice. he was just trying to make he a good Muslim and she needed to learn, she believed him in him, she was a believer, brainwashed.
Sometimes I wouldn’t see my sister for days. He was playing with her mind way before he isolated her for himself completely. She was a hard nut and he dedicated all his time to penetrate her integrity.
He wanted her totally dependent on him. Her mind was always running when we were together. I interpret that as PTSD. She was in so much fear and he played with that. But at the same time, she held her ground which made him interested in mind games. So he picked the one he thought need grooming the most. They were together in the bedroom, in darkness! Her days and night would be in the dark by herself with him. At least when we were together we would comfort each other.
They were together in the bedroom, in darkness! Her days and night would be in the dark by herself with him. At least when we were together we would comfort each other. There was no place for dreams in that bedroom.
He put her in a corner as a prison cell. She wasn’t allowed outside her bed. She would cry. And then he would cry himself to shut her up. He told her stories about how he was a fallen soldier. He talked about the police and mean people that wanted to take him from her.
He starved her and told her we had no food. Which we in a way didn’t have always. But he convinced her that when he started taking body parts from her body. He ate her body parts in front of her and told her he had no other means to survive.
Thank you for reading through!