Once I was sitting in the hall and taking selfie in my previous house, when I looked up my father was staring at my underarm with a disgusting smile on his face and when I looked down I realised my sleeve was really low and little bit of my boob was showing from below my underarm. I went into trauma for days.
One day my family and I went to my sister’s house, I was standing in the balcony with my father, it was hot so I removed my jacket, I was wearing a really tight top. As soon as I removed my jacket my father’s eyes was glued to my chest and he started smiling. I went into trauma again for days.
I was in trauma and suicidal everyday when for almost 31 years of my life.
I always had a blank expression and crying because of all the abuse and harassment and torture.
rachana rajan <3 