Thank God, I have this blog.
The child of the ‘best friends’ of the abusive pastor, is going to the same junior school as my son.
I didn’t expect to see them at this school and I am fully aware it is their right to take their child to the school, but it has made life harder, because having PTSD, means every time I see these people, it makes my mind jump to the abuser pastor and the trauma caused to me and all the intense emotions of all that. PTSD is triggers and I cannot help those, they are involuntary.
As the school runs are something I have to do, and I feel so unsafe everywhere, I find the school runs difficult. Because of these abuser friends, and because the other school my older son attends is in the same suburb and very close to the abuser and the abusive church.
So far, I have avoided this friend of the abuser pastor and stayed away from her and yet still I come out in hives every time I do school pick up.
Today, she decided she ‘had’ to brazenly come and talk to me. So ‘it wouldn’t be awkward’. I could barely hold it together, could feels the tears and my voice struggling to speak. It felt like eternity she was stood there asking me questions. Continue reading