The abusers are winning, every1, am reliving it every day, i must have lived in about 40 different homes when i was young, there was no love no hugs no1 to pick you up when you fall down, no birthday or christmas presents, i didnt exsist then and i dont now, there isnt even medical records before the age of 16, which is very strange.
I had a mother who left us days at a time, one time the nspcc came round we were alone, we got taken into care, but shortly sent back home, i was 2 yrs of age my sister 3, left to fend for ourselves, when betty (MOTHER) was there, was she loving us, nooooooooo, she was smashing dishes an hammers over my head, an then theres wilson, my sex abuser, knowing betty would be away days at a time he would climb through the window an get me, putting his thing in my mouth, peeing in my mouth and all over me, rubbing it in my face, inserting things in my front and back passage, the pain was unbelievable, and he may get away with it, it sickens me to death, i was a little girl.
Then we get the care system, we have the jones among the 40 homes, who physically mentaly and verbaly abused me, why i ask myself, the damage caused can never be put into words, then i grow up, and get the ex boyfriends, beating me to a pulp on a daily basis, breaking my jaw etc kicking a baby out of me, this is just a tiny bit of what i am trying to deal with, so i take tablets to sleep the time away, and when am desperate i slash myself to release the tension, i just want all the memories and feelings to go away, and when i say this is a tiny bit of it, i meant it, there was so much more, and why i ask myself, cos i was born, is my conclusion
