Hypnosis

We are a member of many DID support groups online. Tonight, one of the members of one of the groups spoke about how she is upset that the police wont pursue her court case against her abuser due to lack of evidence. They also don't believe she is strong enough to stand up all the cross examination she will have to go through if it proceeds. Once again the victim/survivor is held to account for the perpetrators actions and they go free. In the light of this we are again not happy, and feel the need to set some things straight. We can't do much for the lady online, but we can once again share our truth and hope that in some small way we are breaking the silence, and at the very least setting us free.

This is a big memory for us as it answers a lot of questions, and really shows us the extent of our fathers determination to do this to us. We remember being very very young, toddler age. Lying on a thin bench about adult waist or chest height. Our father was standing at our feet to our right side, and another man was at our feet at our left. There we other people in the room at the time as well. We remember that the man to the left would use hypnosis on us to get us to go into that 'sleep' state so that we would be much more compliant, and they could get us to do what they want. As soon as we were 'under', they would start to fondle us and insert things into us.
We have never coped well with recovery from the operations we have had throughout our life. That place where you are half asleep, but you can hear people talking and feel them touching you . You are not able to do anything and they have control over what happens to you. It is terrifying for us and always has been. We now know that is what it was like when they hypnotised us. We could hear them, and feel them touching us but we couldn't do anything to cry or yell or stop them. After all we were only a toddler surrounded by adults, We had no hope of being able to protect ourselves. When our insider finally showed us this memory, we realised the depths our father was prepared to go to, and that this was no occasional incident that happened when he lost control. This was premeditated and organised. He had educated people helping him, and he was not alone. We also know it profited his business to share us around. We carry the scars.