Today we will be making blogging history, bloggers everywhere are joining today to post about abuse. There are so many forms of abuse that it’s really hard to choose just one, but since I personally was abused as a child and the victim of spousal abuse that is what I will speak about.
I don’t know what the statistics are, but I’m sure they change frequently, someone some where is being abused every second, so many reports never even get filed that it would be hard to have an accurate account.
When I was 7 my Mother died and my father died 6 months later, my brother Jack was newly married with a baby and he moved in with us, but it proved too much for him to take care of his family and 3 sisters so we were sent to live with my uncle and aunt. That was my first experience of being physically abused. My aunt drank and was a self proclaimed witch. We were beat on a daily bases with ironing cords, brooms, heavy switches with thorns whatever was handy the woman would use.
My sister and I lived there for 3 years and as far as I know no one knew we were being abused until the nurse at school saw that we were wearing long pants and sleeves to school all the time even in spring and we had to take off our clothes in the nurses office. She was horrified to see all the scars and bruising. That was the best day of my young life when they removed us from that evil woman. I don’t like to dwell on that part of my life because it took me a long time to forgive that woman.
We were moved to an orphanage and I lived there for 4 years, anywhere was better than living with my uncles wife. I was always looking for love or someone to love me. My other brother Cecil moved to Pa and decided he would like to have his family around and I wanted to belong to a family and be loved, so he moved my oldest sister and her new husband up here, then my other sister and I was last and that was in 68. Needless to say that whole situation was a fiasco also and I ran away.
I was pregnant at 16 and the father didn’t want us so I married an older man that I knew nothing about. He seemed nice and my baby needed a Father. We make dumb mistakes when we are young and this is another 10 years of my life that I do not dwell on because it was a nightmare of physical and mental abuse, but not just for myself, for my son also.
I was at the point that I just didn’t care if I died because one way or the other I would be free so I took my chance when he was away and grabbed my 10 year old son and ran back to Pa where my brother was and he helped me. It took me years to get over the abuse and realize that Tommy couldn’t hurt me any more.
I’ve had a few other disastrous relationships because I always felt I wasn’t worthy of love, but I finally worked everything out and when I was 50 years old I found that Love that I had always sought and never thought I would find and the last 4 years have been the happiest of my life.
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