Growing Up Terrified-What it Was Like to Live in Fear
On childhood abuse and hating my father
I don’t remember a single solitary thing of my life before the age of 10. No clue why. Some say it’s trauma related. Honestly, I don’t know. Doesn’t really matter. I do, however, remember my first beating at the age of 10. I’ll never forget it. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s not like I relive that day every day of my life or anything. Nothing like that. Some shit you just don’t forget.
This is how it went down and it was the beginning of my years living in terror.
The day it started
So I decided one day I wanted to skip school with the one and only friend I had. For some reason, she did whatever I said to do. Her mother hated me. We were in Grade 6. I hated school. The girls were so mean to me.
You can read more about my school days here
We skipped school, hung out at her place all day and played hairdresser and sang songs at the top of our lungs. It was a fun day!
