Author : Orsiela Wiese
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ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 264 pages
Book Rating : 4.6/5 (22 download)
Book Synopsis My Dad the Paedophile by : Orsiela Wiese
Download or read book My Dad the Paedophile written by Orsiela Wiese and published by . This book was released on 2020-03-06 with total page 264 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This is a biography of a girl that suffered tremendouchild abuse at the hand of her father from the age of two years old. Her father, a paedophile, used various techniques to sexually groom her as a child; which included acts of torture to obey. Her mother turned a blind eye to hold onto financial assistance from the father. The molestation gradually grew to drug-induced rapes and hypnotism to not remember the rapes. After two abortions before the age of eighteen, she started suffering from Traumatic Amnesia and Disassociative Amnesia to learn to cope. She lived with amnesia not knowing about her childhood abuse, until she turned thirty-two years old and starting having flashbacks of what happened to her. This left her feeling that she was slowly losing her mind. Did her twin brother also suffer the sexual abuse? Was her mother also subjected to the amnesia? This is her journey to healing from the traumatic abuse. This journey includes the flashbacks as it happened, at the exact time it happened.Extract:"Every time I kneel over her to give her the breath of live, I feel her lips... soft... slightly warm... pink in the inside. Oh no! Her eyes are halfway open, but it is lifeless. How could her mother just let her on her own at the swimming pool if she could not swim? Could nobody see that she was in trouble? I hear a man say, "I was in the pool about ten to fifteen minutes ago, and stepped on something soft on the bottom. I did not know it was her." I wanted to scream "Good Lord! Why did you not at least just look to see what it was?For a while, I am lost. Then I see my son Rico (9 years old) and my daughter Estralita (11 years old) still standing there. Their father passed away not even four months ago! They need me. How must they feel experiencing a second accidental death in four months? Never did I know that this event would change my life, and make me whole again. Only later could I understand why I took this incident so personal, and why I saw myself in little Rose.I started getting flashbacks that made no sense to me:"I hear 'whoop' as he pulls the blankets off me. I am freezing cold. I am naked, lying on my back. The light is on in my room. I am so cold. It is taking so long... I wish he would just finish so I could get my blankets back. Please cover me with the blankets, before you carry on raping me. I can't speak. I can't move. Please just cover me. I am freezing cold. Please... The cold is becoming as big as my mind. Or, am I making it that big not to focus on what is happening? I can't think of anything else. It is so cold. Please cover me. I can't cover myself. Why is he taking so long? All I want is my blankets. That is all, just my blankets. Please. How could he be such a monster that he does not even realize that I am freezing? I want to cry. I know that I can't do anything about this. I know that I have to wait. "God, I am so cold. It is me Aleiso, please help me." I must resist the cold, because that is all I can do... Is there somebody out there that can come and cover me? Help me! My whole body is shaking from the inside right down to my hands. I have never been this cold before in my life. "Please. I am begging you. Won't you please just finish? Or at least just cover me, and then you carry on. I can not move a finger." I surrender. It is not going to happen. I have to wait. It takes long. I cry. I become despondent. Then I feel the blankets fall over my shoulders. It is immediately a bit warmer. I am eternally thankful. Thank you. It feels much better. You are done. Now I can sleep again. Thank you very much Dad. Without further ado, I like you again. You were nice to me now by covering me with the blankets. It is nice and warm. I am going to sleep now...."I woke up in my son's room. There were seven blankets over me, but I was shaking like a leaf. "Where am I? Was there somebody in the house? No! I have been raped! By my Dad? No, it cn't be. I am losing my mind!"