physical abuse
Next Entries »Part of her story, written by her daughter.
Tuesday, November 6th, 2007As a young child, her siblings would tie strings to her legs and exclaim, “when does the balloon take off?” At the time, she was the youngest child in the herd. She was overweight. She was born premature, only weighing four pounds.
Her real father wasn’t around much, he liked to drink. Eventually they found him [...]
X marks the spot
Tuesday, September 4th, 2007I’ve decided that my 30th birthday present to myself is going to be a tattoo. To some, it seems like an odd choice because I waited until I’m 30 to do it - not in my early 20s when everyone else was getting them done (though, technically, I’m getting it two days before my birthday. [...]
Fight or Flight
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007It was easier when I was a child. My abuser was an upstanding member of the community, popular, respected. Nobody would have believed me. Nobody noticed the signs, the bruises, the stiff and sore muscles, the withdrawal, the fear. If they did they never said anything to me about it. I learned to distrust other [...]
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