Physical & Emotional Abuse Support Group
Abuse is a general term for the treatment of someone that causes some kind of harm (to the abused person, to the abusers themselves, or to someone else) that is unlawful or wrongful. No one deserves abuse, period. Abuse can be emotional, physical, or sexual.
today I'm dealin with some very old wounds..scars...and a terrible emptiness...
as a child for eight years of my sorry little existance of a life. I was beaten, cussed, forced to live my life the way they wanted...
She took my joys and smashed my dreams... I was into being a cartoonist...she beat me took away my drawing... school teacher discouraged my drawing too cause I wasn't doing class work..
At home I was force to work clean, mow, raise chickens and rabbits... kill em clean em... work in a garden...
The words an idle mine is the devils workshop...
nothing was ever good enough... or clean enough...fast enough.. I cleaned house, washed clothes did dishes... most the time she be there beatin me yelling insults like you little dragg ash s o b... you will never amount to nothing like ya mama... Merle stunts...
my favorite during the many beating with a wire flyswater handle.. I'll kill ya and tell God you died...
40 friggin years ago.. and today I'm feelin the pain all over again... she adopted me...changed my name... then in one last blow she disinherited me to the fullest exent of the Law... (cause I didn't divorce my wife like she told me too) awe she'd found some other reason...
It's like her soul purpose for livin was to crush Me.. Why..
how do you mend a hole in the fence once the fence fall down... They are all gone.. died left this mortal world..
Why does this still kick my sorry old hinny so many years later... just plain dang sad....
as a child for eight years of my sorry little existance of a life. I was beaten, cussed, forced to live my life the way they wanted...
She took my joys and smashed my dreams... I was into being a cartoonist...she beat me took away my drawing... school teacher discouraged my drawing too cause I wasn't doing class work..
At home I was force to work clean, mow, raise chickens and rabbits... kill em clean em... work in a garden...
The words an idle mine is the devils workshop...
nothing was ever good enough... or clean enough...fast enough.. I cleaned house, washed clothes did dishes... most the time she be there beatin me yelling insults like you little dragg ash s o b... you will never amount to nothing like ya mama... Merle stunts...
my favorite during the many beating with a wire flyswater handle.. I'll kill ya and tell God you died...
40 friggin years ago.. and today I'm feelin the pain all over again... she adopted me...changed my name... then in one last blow she disinherited me to the fullest exent of the Law... (cause I didn't divorce my wife like she told me too) awe she'd found some other reason...
It's like her soul purpose for livin was to crush Me.. Why..
how do you mend a hole in the fence once the fence fall down... They are all gone.. died left this mortal world..
Why does this still kick my sorry old hinny so many years later... just plain dang sad....
I'm SO SORRY for your pain.
You're entitled to your sadness.
Your youth was stolen.
Your soul was stomped on.
I'm so sorry.
I'm a survivor myself, near your age.
I understand much of your pain, though
everyone's life is unique in its way.
After an abusive mother and twenty-five
years of marriages that didn't work because
I didn't know how to love myself, I'm on
my own now, and finding paths that yield
satisfaction and joy. It is possible.
I hope you will find a way to live with
some contentment, NOW, despite the past.
I wish for you healing, recovery and satisfaction. Please take good care.
Ilene