Why me and not my siblings

Right off the bat that must sound like such a selfish thing to say, why would I wish what had happened to me on my siblings? But it’s an age-old question that hunted me for many years. Did I do something wrong? Was it because I miss behaved? Surly not I only acted that way to get noticed. If I were noticed, then people couldn't help but see what was happening to me. Anyway why should it only happen to me? There’s that selfish thought again. Truthfully I was not even sure that they weren't living this hell, maybe we were all going through the same terrifying torment. Were we all experiencing this excruciating mental anguish? I couldn't ask them because if they weren't then they would know about me, I would unleash a chain of events that I couldn't stop, then my abuser would know and that terrified me. There would be nowhere to hide from his wrath, he was firmly in control, l had no control whatsoever; I would be thrown to the wolves. I remember trying to stay awake once he left me, maybe I would then hear something that would finally answer my question, but each night my eyes got just too heavy to stop from closing them. Sleep was also something that I fought with a vengeance; nothing lay in wait there but the nightmares where I would relive everything that had just taken place. Vengeance…. there’s a word I thought of often but it evaded me for many years, by which time I no longer felt the need to harm anyone conce
ed. That was a hard one to achieve. I used to think it would be mine in the next life. But in truth the reality that became mine was that the best vengeance of all is to do nothing. I can almost hear the gasps of air being taken in right now as I sit here typing, see in front of me the shocked faces that feel they will never understand my sentiment. These words almost always receive that reaction. If someone is still within the claws of abuse I may as well be speaking Martian. It’s only after you have passed through the journey you are now on that these words become clear. Nothing is permanent in this world not even our troubles. We have to believe that nothing in this world is as strong as gentleness and nothing in this world is as strong as strength. I looked for a reason for so many years as to why me without any success. But we can never understand our abusers reason because reason is not always automatic; those that deny it cannot be conquered by it. To our abusers mind that in turn means a reason does not even have to be offered. So where do we run with that? There is only one place left to run - which is straight through it. On emerging on the other side we no longer feel that the question has to be answered. What lies behind us or before us are tiny matters to what lays within us, and on this journey into the abyss we find all we need to conquer that question. I also looked for some kind of communication to be given to me that would explain the journey I was made to travel. It’s true to say sometimes the strangest thing about communication, is to believe that it has even taken place. But if we listen hard enough deep within we have communicated with the only one that matters – our child within. It’s been a lonely road out there for them for so many years, but once this communication has been established we just know. Emotional scars remind us of where we have been they do not have to dictate where we are going.
So here I am back at that age-old question – why me? Do you still really feel the need to ask? Knowing why will never change our past; it only makes us hold on to a question that we have to leave behind us.
Let’s not forget vengeance – where there is anger there is always pain unde
eath, just by letting go we allow the pain to start to heal. I now firmly believe that before we embark on a journey of rage we need to dig two graves………….