People - Rebecca's Story
own words this is our friend Rebecca's story...
happened when I turned 12, my Father who used to beat the hell out of us left
home and the other thing that happened is I started using drugs... One of my friends
said 'Here try this it will make you feel better', and it did.
I turned 13, my Mum found a new partner who lived at home with us. He
raped me regularly and abused my younger sisters as well. I was only 13.
also use to beat Mum up and it was hell on earth. For about a year I suffered
through it but when I was fourteen I couldn't take it anymore, so I said to Mum
'You have to get rid of this guy, either he goes or I go.' Mum chose him and I
landed on the streets.
I stayed with friends, and then slept with guys from the neighborhood to keep
a roof over my head. Eventually I had to leave the suburbs for the city streets.
Sleeping in abandoned houses and buildings, I lived on the streets with
other young people who were like me.
The cuts all up my arm are from
slashing up. I slash myself to turn emotional pain into controllable physical
pain. It's not usually to kill myself, just to help cope with the pain of the
I don't do it much, but if I'm having a shocker week I might just
sit there and slash till I reach one hundred cuts.
If the only thing
that happens to you in your life is you just keep getting hurt, you end up saying
no this isn't going to happen to me, I'm not going to let myself get hurt anymore,
I can't handle the reality of life I can't handle any of it why not end it all
then I know that I don't have to deal with any of it.