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L’histoire de l’espoir (Hope’s story)

  • Posted on September 6, 2010 at 2:16 pm

This is a very tragic story told by a survivor of how her abuse started and ended with all the inbetweens. I warn this will be a trigger to some survivors and I do not feel this is for children to read. This is a hard read but I do encourage those who can read it to do so. I know that we can all learn so much and this is yet another reason we all must stand up and say something.

Hugs to all,

Tiffani

It started when I was 6 months old. My dad started out very simple if that’s what you want to call the escalation steps to molestation. He would touch me down there as frequently as he could as many chances as he got. I know these things because he would brag about it. Saying “I’ve been training you since you were six months old.” When he changed me he told me he would blow on it and my eyes would roll back all the way. He told me he would eat me out or in other words put his mouth on my private and he said I enjoyed every minute of it. Since we lived in a busy part of France (Marseille), when my mom left for work she left early to beat the traffic. He waited until she left and he did it. He told me these things when he wanted to have a “Father-Daughter talk”. The simple molestation ended when I was 4 when he could fit his penis inside of me. But no he didn’t go straight away. He made me do other things with it before he actually made me have sex with him. Fingering, oral, and around when I was five he started using objects. Broom sticks, bottles, bamboo sticks, pens, fruits and vegatable, wires, his fist, door knobs, razor blades, kitchen utensil, golf clubs, golf balls, bats, markers, poles and many many more things were used. He also used toys but not for shoving. My dad did things to me that even in the freakiest porn circles would be categorized as taboo. And by freaky, I mean beyond the freakiest things you’ve ever seen. This went on until I moved to america. So the objects stuff went on for 3 years. I moved to America when I was 7. That’s when he started having sex with me is the most sadistic ways. The first time I had an orgasm was the first time he raped me. I didn’t understand it. It felt soo good almost unbearable to do anything but literally roll my eyes back and scream. I started cutting myself. I thought “how dare I take pleasure in my dad having sex with me? How sadistic was I?” I tryed to keep the cuts as deep as possible to teach myself a lesson to never ever take pleasure in that. But it always happened again and I just kept cutting. One day he ripped the head off my dolls and forced me to have sex. To this day I am scared to death of dolls. When I see one my heart stops. I have had my heart jumpstarted 59 times because he scared me and my heart stopped. He kept me quiet by beating the living crap out of me. The way I saw it as long as I kept quiet and no one knew I thought he would stop beating me. Fat chance of that happening. He started to bring in his buddies when I 8. When I got older and started to fight him off he started tieing me up. He let about 6 of his friends do everything he did to me. My mom always asked where and when I got the cuts and sometimes I had to think. “If I tell her will she believe me and if she doesn’t I’d be forced to feel the abuse by 2 hands or Do I not tell and wonder when my dad will finally just up and kill me.” I always choose the second one and my famous response ” A bully at school but I handled it mom.” When I was younger I had no way of hiding the bruises, cuts, and black eyes. When I was 9 I started taking my mom’s make-up and I really caked it on. When we went out to dinner with my mom’s friends my dad would be very discreet about fingering me under the table. 10 years old having an orgasm isn’t easy to explain to the religious people across the table. He always made sure we sat near a wall or in a booth. Since he had OCD people thought it was just apart of it. Whenever he got wasted I was always the main target. Things were way worse than when he was drunk. Every 3 days of the week he would invite his 6 friends over to his house and I was their sex doll. They did the shoving of items. I stopped feeling things after maybe 6 hours of screaming. They wanted me to feel pain so they’d wait until I felt it then start again. They had sex with me. Sometimes all at once. This went on for probably the whole entire day. My mom never wonderd what was going on because she was always working.  So 365 days a year (’08 being a leap year). Around ’07 He started seelng my body for group sex with other people. I had finally given up. Shut out from the world. One day, I called the police but hung up as quickly as possible. I couldn’t believe what I did. At that moment he saw me with the phone and got really pissed. He started ripping my clothes off and forcing himself in me. My mom caught him then beat the living crap out of him then the police came. She looked at me with scorn in her eyes. She didn’t beleive what she saw and reassured the officers everything was ok. That same year she passed away. When I was 13 I got my boyfriend and he just joined in on my dad’s sadistic ways. He copied my dad on everything. He burned me like my dad did, he beat me like my dad did, raped me like my dad did, he attempted to kill me like my dad did. He sold me out but to his brothers for sex and of course the group sex was there. So another 2 years had passed and then I called the police again. This time things were worse than before. He beat me then ripped my clothes of and raped me. The police broke down the door and caught him in the middle of the act. So I’ve been dealing with the law for 2 years. I am pregnant with his children. I am just now starting to come to sense with what happened over the course of 14 years. I trust one person and she is my bestfriend. She has never hurt me.

Is there material chaos in your life?

  • Posted on January 25, 2010 at 1:55 pm

Many survivors show their chaotic emotions through living in clutter. The concept of keeping their home neat and clean is beyond their reach as their emotional state does not prove that things can indeed be organized. Is this something that you feel you can relate to?

I know as a child my room was a disaster at all times. Rarely, could you see the bottom of my floor. As an adult, and through the years of therapy I have grown so much, but I am still not where I’d hope to be. Don’t get me wrong, the house is pretty clean, but the closets, my craft room, or office space are all areas I constantly struggle to keep clean.

You?

Hugs,

Tiffani Wampler

Raising beautiful children

  • Posted on December 22, 2009 at 9:17 am

I was asked how I feel about parenting my own children. Can I hug them? Can I bathe them? Can I love them without worry that I won’t cross boundaries? How do I tell them I love them? What do I do to make sure they are safe? Do they have a relationship with my father? Do they know about the abuse? and so forth.

Parenting is a challenging task for anyone who doesn’t suffer PTSD, much less someone who does. I have a hard time with that label, but for the sake of over explaining myself we will run with it. Before I was a mother, I could never imagine anyone ever hurting their own child, or anothers. As a mother, I feel that deeper than I could have imagined it would actually feel like. I love being a mom. I love that I have a chance to raise three beautiful boys who will grow up to understand a woman’s worth! But, it hasn’t always been easy.

The only time I have actually freaked out during a parent moment was when my oldest kiddo was 18months old. He was not cut currectly with his curcumsion and therefore, he would get a penis infection often. It would require extra cleaning and a cream to placed on him through out the day with diaper changes. The medicine didn’t burn but for some reason he would just throw a fit about it all. I hated every moment of it. I was seperated from my ex, so I was the only one who could it in my house. After each time I would have to take a moment to calm myself and move on to play Candy Land or some other task with him to show him I love him. I felt like the worse parent in the world but I knew if I didn’t apply the cream that he would hate me worse for “destroying” a part of him (physically). Since then, we have continued to follow doctor orders  but at least now he is old enough to do it on his own. Phewwww, I survived that :)

I do not have any other issues with touching my children. Bathing them is not an issue, nor is lotioning my son’s senstive skin. However, that is not the norm. Many people have a difficult time touching their children rather in love or need be to do simple things like clean a booboo. It is important to remember that you are not doing to your child as what was done to you. You are assisting your child in a healthy way that will cause them to grow into healthy children. Though it may be emotionally easier for you to not hug your child, in the long run your child will grow resentment towards you for not being there. Of course, when they are an adult you could explain to them why you reacted the way you did, but could you imagine going through life without healthy hugs? I certianly cannot!

Saying I love you may be a challenge as well. After all, you only know a sick and twisted love. Therefore, what is love? What is healthy love that respects boundaries? These are all tools that are common sense to those who have not been abused, but for us we were never taught what healthy boundaries are in any aspect of our lives, including parenting! Therefore, if these are things you questions and are unsure of, please speak to a doctor or therapist about appropriate behaviors with children. We all know NOT to touch them THERE, but things like not hugging will have an impact on them.

Try to focus on what type of “dream” parent you wanted. I wanted a father to hug me when I was sad. A dad who could give me guy advice without agenda. A dad who would fix my car and not get jealous because my boyfriend was with me at the time. I wanted a father who respected my body and understood it was not his playground. I wanted to feel safe and not need a bedroom door lock. Therefore, because I know what I wanted, I can focus on giving that to my children. You’re children cannot hurt you. They will not get mad at you because you make small screw ups (lets all understand we will never be perfect, nor anyone else) but they will certainly hate you if you do the opposite of what should have been in your life.

An important part of my life is knowing the signs of when I am about to freak out, children around or not. This way I can make sure that I am not having a break down infront of my children. Extremely, important so my children understand (or at least think) I can handle ups and downs in a healthy manner. Therefore, if you know that giving your children a bath is going to freak you out, it is okay to ask for help. However, for the single parents out there, is left with little options for help. Make sure you are able to communicate everything you need from the people around you. IT IS OKAY TO ASK FOR HELP! Don’t worry what people will think. Odds are the ones you’d ask help from understand this part of you.

My step son who is 11 does know I was abused. We allowed him to watch the GMA clips. He does not know the extent of the abuse or that this website even exists. It is important for me that all my children grow up knowing my truths, however it is all age appropriate. My six year old does not know any of this. He has seen pictures of my father and I will explain to him that he is his biological grandfather (of coure I had to explain that) but that he will never be part of his life. That was easy for him then, who knows when he gets older what questions he will bring to me. I do not keep the pictures of my father out, or talk about him infront of my children, therefore it keeps questions to a minimum.

With that said, my children will NEVER be around my father. I do not understand anyone, even if they have forgiven their abuser, who would want their child infront of them. I do not feel this is an “illness” that they heal from. No matter how much work one may do, the odds are they will abuse again. It might be a few years after they have “forgiven” themselves and moved forward, but I feel that those who could put thier own children infront of their abuser or a child molesters is only putting their child in harms way. I have been asked how I feel about supervised visits and I STORNGLY DISAGREE with those as well, as my father would touch me infront of people all the time. It only takes someone to turn their head for them to do something. They are masters at covering up the abuse, don’t be fooled into thinking otherwise.

I know this is a difficult subject. Talking about parenting is never easy especially when you are convinced you will somehow screw your kids up. I promise you that the mistakes you will make (as long as you are not abusive) will not amount to those mistakes made in your life. There is a day when you can hug your child and trust that it is only a hug.

Hugs,

Tiffani Wampler

I’m better now, thanks!

  • Posted on December 12, 2009 at 5:45 pm

Okay, I had a few bad days. It wasn’t pretty. I did spend most of my time crying a river, but I am a better person for getting through it. Once again I am proving how strong I really am.

As a reminder…the one things I talk about in my speeches more than anything is giving oneself permission to feel. This meands the good and the BAD. I am so sorry abuse happens in today’s society, however, the reality is IT ISN’T PRETTY. Surviving the abuse is a huge ordeal! If you are reading this and have been abused (any form) then I am so very proud of you for taking the steps to realize how important you are to this world and you are CAPABLE  of healing. With that said, you must understand that we are all going to have a bad day, hell even a few in a row. What is important is to take time to feel. Allow yourself to get in a bad mood and cry if that’s how you choose to handle it all.

Do take time to look for the signs of a depression. If this “bad mood” repeats itself for weeks at a time, then I’d consult a specialist or call the hotline, but more importantly take time to take care of you!

I am no exception to this rule. I am allowed to have a few bad days. I am allowed to feel and get upset at how I feel. I don’t agree when people say “you can choose to have a good day or a bad day.” To those people: how much of reality do you ignore if you are always choosing to have a good day?

No matter what you are feeling, feel it! Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. There are tools to learn how to have more good days than bad, but ignoring the bad often leads to ignoring what is going on in the world around you.

Take time to breathe.

Hugs

Tiffani Wampler

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Inspirational Quote: Tiffany Banks

  • Posted on October 28, 2009 at 11:35 am

“I would like to unfold forms and suppositions to make evident the beauty of your eternal nature. You know no shame, no lack, no agenda. You are exquisite. Every detail of your innate being and presence is flawless. Let the radiance of your inner light illuminate the beauty of your soul. Let me help you remember that from which you came. Let us remember together that you are of the same substance of your source. We are of the same source. We are one.’

-Tiffany Banks

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Following my dreams

  • Posted on October 22, 2009 at 8:28 am

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” Harriet Tubman

My only excuse for not writing a book is having the lack of patience to learn how to. I have written all my life, but somehow trying to find the right words in hopes of changing just one persons’ life has become quite the challenge to me. I am determined to write, and I will write. I will find all the words needed and the time to share my story to help heal other sexual abuse survivors. No one can stand in front of me and tell me no. In the end it is about me and survivors not what my family thinks or wants to hear. Not what my “friends” can leave for judgement; but MY TRUTH. It isn’t pretty. It will cause some tears, but was MY REALITY. I survived it, so can you!

Tiffani Wampler

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