What a surprise. Father actually did not call.

Scent of Cedar *

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I feel the same when I read your stories on this thread. I know that what happened did happen, but when I say it, it seems like that could not be what happened, and what in the world is wrong with me for thinking like that. There again, having sibs to validate it keeps me sane.

Nomad, you did not have even that small comfort.

That you were able to come through it, to come back from it as you have, is testament to your strength. I don't know how much deeper my vulnerabilities would have run if I had not known, as it was happening, that my mother was wrong.

Here is something to think about. We weighed around fifty pounds when the things we remember happened.

That's how little we were.

After that, the nature of the abuse changed. It became psychological and emotional abuse because someone over 60 pounds could not be so easily managed.

Add scheming and coward to our list of diagnoses for our abusers.

Cedar
 
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