Friday, February 12, 2016

Read the story of how Suzy Hamilton went from being an Olympic athlete to number two escort in Las Vegas

Suzy Favour Hamilton went from being a sweet, young middle distance runner that represented the U.S in the Olympics to being ranked the number two most sought after escort in Las Vegas.

How did she get here? The mother of one who comes from a family with bi-polar disorder explains her predicaments in an interview with BBC. Read her story after the cut...

''There is a history of mental illness in my family. My brother lived with bipolar disorder and the household was often chaotic as a result. Our family never discussed it. To the outside, we looked like the Brady Bunch. Looking back, there were signs something was not quite right with me either. 
 
"'I did everything at a mile a minute and couldn't focus for the life of me. Growing up, I lived with an eating disorder, had suicidal thoughts and a suicide attempt in college, then experienced severe anxiety when I raced. But I kept it all in, trying to maintain the facade of the perfect Midwestern girl, strong and powerful.
 
 If others noticed any problems, they looked the other way. I usually won, and they liked it that way.
''Running seemed to be the one thing in life that quieted my brain, and because of that, I loved to run and grew to obsess about it. 
I saw my winning races have a positive effect on my family, namely my parents. I strangely grew to feel that my success could make this a happy family, and take away any silent pain we were experiencing as a result of my brother's odd behaviour.''
''My running career was highly successful. I won more NCAA Championships than anybody ever had. I won seven US Championship titles between 1991 and 2004, set a couple of American records, and made the 1992, 1996 and 2000 Olympic teams.'

''I won a lot, but tended to "choke" at the big, big meets. I didn't know why and it ate at me. My body would just tighten up on me unexpectedly towards the end of a race. Like I was running with a piano on my back. I even fell on purpose in the 1500m final at the Sydney Olympics when, as the favourite, I knew I would not medal with 50 metres to go.
That was easier to swallow than failure. I wanted so badly to win that one for my family, to ease the pain of losing my brother Dan to suicide the year before.''
''Incredibly, I never thought of myself as having any kind of brain disorder. All I knew was that I dreaded competing. Filled with anxiety most often, I could not wait to retire, but I marched on to please others.
Finally, in 2005, I got pregnant. Having a child would be my way out. This was my excuse, and I could not wait to be a mom. I would have a baby, maybe two, and live a life of perfect happiness. But that's not what happened.''
''Months after having my beautiful daughter, I was in a dark place.
''A new "real world" job in real estate, a suddenly strained marriage, a disintegrating relationship with my siblings, strain with my parents, a miscarriage, then another, feelings of inadequacy of being a mother. It was building up.''
'All I knew was that I had to hold my daughter all the time. I could not let go. I had no motivation to run. I rocked myself constantly. I was irritable like never before. And then I decided I wanted to run my car off the road, into a tree. I just wanted the pain to stop.Thankfully, I thought of my daughter, resisted those thoughts, made it home, and told my husband.''
''Soon, I saw a doctor, was diagnosed with post-partum depression, put on anti-depressants, and things improved. Years passed. Triggers intensified. I was getting by, but had grown to detest the side-effects. I felt fat, sluggish, unmotivated. I stopped taking the drug that had been keeping me somewhat stable.''
''It didn't take long, but before I knew it, I was in that dark place again. Suicidal. Triggers everywhere. My marriage was deteriorating. My family was driving me crazy. I had a modest speaking career, but they insisted I not publicly speak about my mental illness or my brother's bipolar and suicide. I hated my real estate job. I just wanted to escape.'
My doctor put me on another anti-depressant. The effects were immediate. I felt great. I felt beyond great. I felt alive. I wanted to live. Time for my fantasies to now become a reality.
''Our 20th wedding anniversary was coming up. A nice dinner date out on the town with flowers perhaps? Not for me. I wanted to go to Vegas, jump out of a plane, hire an escort, have a threesome. Bucket list stuff I never thought I would actually do. Never. I wanted it now.'
Skydiving was amazing, something I would never dare do, but I was doing it. Then the threesome. Now this was life changing. I was a new woman.
''How had I been missing out? Freedom. I wanted sex. It was all I could think about. Our marriage was on fumes.
I asked for and was granted permission to stray. An open relationship we would try. Divorce was not an option, not for my daughter or for business. To keep things steady, or at least seemingly steady.'
''Over the next six months, I made several trips to Las Vegas on my own. First meeting with a male escort, then hooking up with men I met at casino bars, then insisting on gifts in exchange for sex. And then the light bulb flashed. I wouldn't hire the escort. I would be the escort.
Within months, I was the number two-ranked escort in Vegas (yes, there actually are rankings out there), and top 10 in the world. I was never happier, never higher, never more alive.''
''For the first time in my life, I was independent, could take care of myself. I loved the taboo, the riskiness, the slight danger to it all, and I always had to take it a step further. It was never quite enough.''
The money was intoxicating, but not the driving force. It was the thrill, the risk, the taboo, the attention, the power, the sex. All the while, an infuriated Mark covered for me, protecting my reputation, raising our child, keeping the real estate business going on his own, while I was off, totally out of control.
A year into my life as an escort, I was outed by a jilted client. A tabloid told of my activities to the world. My life had been taken away.Suicidal thoughts crept back in. The world came crashing down on me. My husband would leave, take my child, my parents would abandon me, as would my friends, or so I believed.
To save these relationships, I felt compelled for once to seek help, even if for appearance sake.
''Admittedly, I was beginning to feel there was something wrong with me after months of denial. This was the first time I had ever visited a psychiatrist. I tried my best to fool him that I was fine, that I could continue with my life "as is".
But within a couple of weeks, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder weaned off the anti-depressant that the doctor believed had driven me to a mostly constant manic state over the past year and a half.'
''The process of recovery would begin, slowly, with several bumps and relapses along the way.
My husband did not leave. He did not take my daughter from me. My parents failed to understand why, but they stuck with me, loved me the best they knew how.
Friends bailed on me, but many remained, though confused by it all. I had some support in the athletics world, but some considered me an embarrassment to the sport and wanted me to just go away. I also had to quit the real world job as it was not good for my bipolar.
My bipolar is manageable now. I learned to feel no shame for what I did. Regrets yes, but no shame. Shame holds you back and prevents recovery.
What hurts most though is what I put my loved ones through. My journey, as odd as it was, moulded me into a person I'm happier with.
''I have more of a voice. I'm more independent. I'm a better wife, mother and friend as a result. I teach yoga and I am a public speaker on mental health matters. I'm healthier than I ever have been, I believe. I've found healthy coping mechanisms. I'm more compassionate than ever as I know what it's like to be shamed and shunned on an intimate level.'
''I'll never be cured, and I'll live with bipolar for the rest of my life. I know it won't always be smooth sailing ahead. But I'll always know that as dark as things might get in the future, it always gets better'

Source: BBC

45 comments:

NaijaDeltaBabe said...

I can't read long things dese days o


...merited happiness

edo juju said...

Sex pays ...

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Adejoke fasasi said...

Okay


#Hajia Mufliat

peace akhigbe said...

HMMMMMM





OMONSAYSO

YOUNGBUHARI said...

Heartbreaking..


Linda BTW you don't want bring the story about mark being the 4th richest person in the world to us?

Uju Phil said...

Eyea,when life happens!

ONYX linda ikeji first son GODWIN said...

Excuses, excuses,excuses, u had the whole world in your hand,an opportunity people will kill for.. Your story ain't valid madam... Shame

Olivia Ngene said...

Wow!














#It WiLL oNLy gET beTTer
#iT mUsT eNd iN prAiSe

Nnenne George said...

Her body, her business... I am not a share holder in her business so next!!!

Ichebi Christian said...

Bhet how do you want us to read all these?

Y.F.C. Omrex said...

Cool.

Ngozi Ebere said...

From hero to zero

Nenyechi said...

Okay

Uche Anaekwe said...

wow,that was quite a story!! I guess whatever helps her sleep at night should be okay and I don't really blame her coz bipolar is not a small illness..

Adejoke fasasi said...

Okay




#Hajia Mufliat

Linda Boyfriend said...

Ambassadorial story

Juliet Iwuno said...

Hmmmm! D things we read about! Linda take note!

Adaobilinda her sexcellency said...

Good news... upgrading things

RareSpecie Z said...

Hmm.

U-C-J said...

Her cup of burukutu.
Linda mee k'anyi fu anya! @uchemacj

judith hanrankis said...

Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog

Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog


Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog


She is now a beta person, she share her life story, many pple in her shoe will commit suicide but she's strong and her husband n family was there,so dnt say annoying stuff here





Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog


Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog

judith hanrankis said...

Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog

Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog

Are you sure you read the full story?




Most beautiful gal on linda ikeji's blog

Pretty face said...

Too long,got fed up half way

otee elizabeth said...

Ok

Anonymous said...

I don't think she's better. I think she's putting an effort into what society terms to be 'a better person'. She's pretending and she may go off the rail. I hope she doesn't go off the rail anyway.

osondu arinze said...

Chai!! #still that Imo boy

Anonymous said...

Shut up, you cock sucking tadpole. Not everybody is cut out for 'an opportunity people will kill for'. You of all Idiots should know

Ogechi Onyebuobi said...

If u've got nothing to type,scroll past the post... Mtceeeeew

Ogechi Onyebuobi said...

People and their level of understanding... Pls think outside the box attimes y'all.. Negativity everywhere.. Gush

JOYOUS said...

seen! linda inugo

Bibian Obunse said...

Too long...

daniela desmond said...

Whoa!!!! That's really serious. Her husband must be an angel

Anonymous said...

Really, highly disappointed . You have any idea what it takes to leave with mental illness , sometimes they can't even explain the reasons for the things they do . It's not compulsory to talk if you have nothing helpful to say. No one is perfect

Eddy Ogbunambala said...

Cool story

keke driver said...

Yaaaay You're now a better person.

Teemah Salau said...

Allahu akbar

sam dasilva said...

Now I know why you kept failing in school.

Jamila Shaibu said...

Ok seen

Eric Nesty aka LIB'S FINEST said...

Nice.....

#FINEST

RareSpecie Z said...

Her Duri, her problem.

Anonymous said...

the devil at work again...is it normal?...holding the whole family to bondage...u need serious deliverance my dear.

Cabrini said...

Whatever rocks her boat...... her cup of beans

Black Belle said...

What a story!

Vivian Reginalds said...

Good for her
-D great anonymous now as Vivian Reginalds

christiana christiana said...

Nice 1



#spritual

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