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Memory Pages

Memories of my life that will have
TRIGGERING information within the stories.

So If your not in a safe place please back out now!

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MY EARLIEST MEMORIES

 

I believe Sarah and Poet will work good together they both like writing.

Maybe now I can finally get a book out of me. Who know

with the notes I squibble with my thoughts.

My father coming to me in the night. First is started with him

fondling me in appropriately.

Then he started playing under my panties with his fingers then he would

kiss my private area.

He then started putting his part in my mouth moving it.

My mother caught my father doing this to me. She blamed me for his

actions punishing me for what he was doing. I remember her holding me

down an doing something to my private area to hurt it s my punishment.

After my sister was born on 3/57 the molestation stopped.

Because my mother started sleeping in my room with my sister an me.

But then the physical a abuse started.

At the age of 4 I had to wash dishes standing on a chair. For any dirty spot I left

on a dish I had to lick it clean. Then sit in the floor with my legs extended straight out

in front of me with no bending of the knees not even slightly. I had to hold my

toes 30 minutes for each dish that was dirty. Which usually was 1-2 hours each night.

(This is very painful)

If my brother or I did anything wrong we got beat with a belt buckle with

our pants down.

I remember one time when my sister at the age of 2 an I wanted to run away from home.

We took the biscuits from breakfast packed it up an walked out the door. I knew

not to leave the front yard so we sat by the edge of the road an ate up the food.

Then we went back inside.

My brother an I were best friends we did everything together. I never played with dolls,

give me a gun or whatever my brother had I was a Tom boy an acting like a boy too.

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