Curses & Betrayals

I had a presumptive contract with my parents when I was born to them. I had to trust them as I came into their world, I had no choice. Betrayal started at the moment I took my first breath into this world or maybe it started before I came out of my mother’s womb? IfContinue reading “Curses & Betrayals”

1,895 Days After the Murder

The fake family appears and makes headlines. My father murders on June 8, 1968 and we adopt this little boy and appear in the local paper on August 26, 1973. The riddle of my family couldn’t have been scripted. No person could have unraveled the demonic turmoil they hide. In this newspaper article, my motherContinue reading “1,895 Days After the Murder”

Comparison is Ugly

As a child, my mother would take baths in front of me. I don’t remember her exact words but she was comparing my three year old body to hers. She was sexy and beautiful, I was not. I knew she wanted me to think of her as some kind of goddess. When I was grown,Continue reading “Comparison is Ugly”

Little Red Riding Hood

Unlike the character in the story, I didn’t have to walk down a path in the forest to find the wolf, I lived with the wolf every day. The Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACE) study assessed 17,000 patients’ experiences of childhood trauma, including: *Physical abuse *Verbal abuse *Sexual abuse *Physical or emotional neglect *Exposure to domesticContinue reading “Little Red Riding Hood”

Scars of Dichotomies

A dichotomy is a¬†difference between two completely opposite ideas or things. Growing up with incest in my home bred this constantly. A parent is supposed to love, support and protect. Mine did the very opposite. A parent should teach guidance about protecting your body against sexual advances from strangers. Ah, clearly, they took advantage ofContinue reading “Scars of Dichotomies”

Insanity or Clarity?

As a child, I had very little independent thinking outside of my father. My abuse started when I was so small, that it was as if I had become a solider in my father’s army. Enlisted without cause and disabled of any independence. There were no Saturday morning cartoons in our house that I canContinue reading “Insanity or Clarity?”

Discipline, A Catalyst for Change

I hated discipline. Every form of it. Until I learned that disciple is not punishment. Growing up we were punished for every slight infraction we made in my father’s kingdom. If you spoke or behaved inappropriately, a leather belt was waiting to connect to your raw skin. If you didn’t wash the dishes just rightContinue reading “Discipline, A Catalyst for Change”

Gluttons for Perversion

If we were to face the facts of childhood rape and molestation, it is perversion in the purest form. Predators of all kinds like the power they take when they possess another human being’s body to mutilate it for their own perverse pleasures. This should not be watered down. It is the epitome of theContinue reading “Gluttons for Perversion”

Wailing was Forbidden

After we moved from our home on Delaware Lane, I don’t remember crying. Well, the time I was bit in the face by our Doberman Pinscher, I cried. And, the time my mother left me at home all by myself – I cried then, too. What I am talking about are the tears that drainedContinue reading “Wailing was Forbidden”