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seremina
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Being prayed for. 
I don’t have any advice to give, but I deeply sympathise. I was abused in every way imaginable and I had no help whatsoever from anybody mortal. I had my life saved by an angel once. Through all the abuse, God has been there for me and really close.
Sure, there were child abuse investigations, therapists, psychologists, even court. It all meant nothing. Even when I snuck in the evidence of a pair of bloody panties * to the judge, it counted for nothing. He just tossed it back and said it was fabricated evidence. I had depression, some bouts of hopelessness, contemplations of suicide but was too afraid to try anyway, and even gave up on God for a temporary time.
No matter how bad it got, I was never alone. God was always with me. I turned out just fine, even with the fact I had gotten no help at all. By the time I was in my late teens, I asked a kind man over the internet to please get me out of my family’s house. He did that. We live together as brother and sister while I recover and figure out what God wants me to do with my life. I’ve been here for years and the recovery is going nicely.
I’m almost 29 now and I’ll tell you…your [niece and nephew, right?] don’t have it as bad as mine was. They are fortunate. If I had a relative as caring as you, I think I would’ve learned what its like to have a parent. I don’t. I don’t know what its like to have a mother, a father, nor siblings [my mother never allowed us to be together so it was like I was an only child] nor friends. I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I wasn’t allowed to learn ASL. I’m still learning what friends are and how to handle social situations. I still have little social skill.
I will keep those children, including the already-previously-abused ones, and all the people revolving around them, all my heartfelt prayer. I’m sure their guardian angels and God are watching over them. If you want to talk in further detail, I welcome you to email me or IM me.
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I don’t have any advice to give, but I deeply sympathise. I was abused in every way imaginable and I had no help whatsoever from anybody mortal. I had my life saved by an angel once. Through all the abuse, God has been there for me and really close.
Sure, there were child abuse investigations, therapists, psychologists, even court. It all meant nothing. Even when I snuck in the evidence of a pair of bloody panties * to the judge, it counted for nothing. He just tossed it back and said it was fabricated evidence. I had depression, some bouts of hopelessness, contemplations of suicide but was too afraid to try anyway, and even gave up on God for a temporary time.
No matter how bad it got, I was never alone. God was always with me. I turned out just fine, even with the fact I had gotten no help at all. By the time I was in my late teens, I asked a kind man over the internet to please get me out of my family’s house. He did that. We live together as brother and sister while I recover and figure out what God wants me to do with my life. I’ve been here for years and the recovery is going nicely.
I’m almost 29 now and I’ll tell you…your [niece and nephew, right?] don’t have it as bad as mine was. They are fortunate. If I had a relative as caring as you, I think I would’ve learned what its like to have a parent. I don’t. I don’t know what its like to have a mother, a father, nor siblings [my mother never allowed us to be together so it was like I was an only child] nor friends. I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I wasn’t allowed to learn ASL. I’m still learning what friends are and how to handle social situations. I still have little social skill.
I will keep those children, including the already-previously-abused ones, and all the people revolving around them, all my heartfelt prayer. I’m sure their guardian angels and God are watching over them. If you want to talk in further detail, I welcome you to email me or IM me.
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