"Hello everyone.
I am Violet Sanderson and I am here to share my story with all of you.
I was 6 years old and have I went to a grocery shop with my babysitter and I was wandering around holding Ms. Richards hand with my tiny fingers. We stopped at a tomato sale and it was crowded to the point where anyone could barely breathe and my fingers slipped from Ms. Richards hand and I was lost ,all alone in the mob.
I was afraid and started crying and that's when my unfortunate fate began. A lady walked upto me , wiped my tears and asked in a very beautiful and sweet tone " Are you lost?" I nodded my head. She said " Come, I will take you to your house. Please, don't cry. I am just like your mother." I was only a 6 year old scared kid in a lost crowd who very easily trusted her and followed her. I sat in her car and she then dosed me and the next thing I remember to be woken up in an abondoned place where I was tied with sharp metallic wires and surrounded by more 3 - 4 kids. Some were in tears while others were unconscious. My mouth was sealed with fear and tape. After a few hours, the frigtening night came upon and that lady appeared only this time she was carrying the darkest vibes and cunning smile on her face. She removed our tapes and all the kids immediately started pleading her to let us go. She then shouted and said " Why do you want to go? You all are my children . Why don't you want to be with me? Why do you wish to leave me like my husband for a younger woman? If I let you go , you will also die under a car just like my 5 year old son. So let's just be together and die later." All of us maintained pin drop silence as she fed us food.
I cried my eyes out and missed my parents and warmth of my home more than anything else. I was kidnapped for a total of 7 days i.e a week. On the 6th day in the morning, the lady came in and she just grabbed a boy and killed him in front of my eyes and I couldn't d anything and was terrified to the point where I was frozen. She didn't bury the body. It was lying right next to me. Yes, I was sitting next to a dead body. The next day the lady committed suicide in front of us by hanging herself to the ceiling.
After a few hours , my father and police came to rescue us and I was saved. But that incident left a terrible impact on my mental health.
I liked sleeping alone on my bed but after that incident, I couldn't be left alone even for a minute or else I would freak out. I had panic attacks , anxiety was all over my body and I was no longer the brave, cheereful girl rather I became a scared, dull girl with serious mental issues. I started going to my psychologist when I was only 6 and I am now 18 and I still go to her for therapy. It's been 12 years but the trauma is still there. I don't get panic attacks as frequent as it was when I was a kid.
When nobody could help me then music and dance encouraged me . Those were the only things which brought a smile on my face and kept me going. I have grown a lot cause of it and that's the reason why I am pursuing a career as a dancer cause it stays by me like a best friend when words fade away.
I am not normal. I am different but DIFFERENT IS BEAUTIFUL. I am proud of who I am and trust me it was very difficult to come up here and share this with all of you cause for a long period in my life I kept pretending that it never happened , I kept blaming myself for it and I hated myself. It took me quite a time to understand that it ain't my fault and I am not to blame anyone but that lady for the trauma. I am sharing this with all of you but for God' sake do not give me those eyes which say ' oh,I feel bad for you' , 'oh, you have been through so much ', ' I pity you'. I don't need them . It just worsens the condition . I am doing much better now and I haven't conquered it yet but I am making prgress and I am really proud of myself. "
Childhood incidents leave trauma for the entire life and mental health becomes unstable but we need to hang in there and not give up cause the SUN RISES AGAIN.
| AUTHOR : ALISHA AVALE
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