About me - Life as an abused child...
My mum and dad physically and mentally abused me and my brothers, for as long as I can remember.
I can’t remember exactly were and when it all started. Over the years it got worse, it started with mainly shouting and slaps on the hands and bottoms. That wasnt so bad, I think that is the right way to teach toddlers what is wrong and right. Some where along the line, it must have got to much having 3 children at such an early age. An not knowing the best way to control us, my mum and dad took the easy way out. Physical and mental abuse. Great for them, hell for us.
Mum was the mental tormenter, she often said to me how much she hated me, without a reason, I could see in her eyes she meant it. I was called all sorts of nasty names, witch, bitch, cow, and idiot and so on. Dad was the physical abuser; a few things he said made it clear he didn’t like to hit us. I would forgive him the second he got in touch. I know he love's my mum with all he has, he would do anything for her. Even never talk to me again. me and my brothers were like any normal kids; we would play, fight, and argue. Which annoyed mum and dad and for that we would be hit with a horse crop. We got hit about three times a day, everyday. the older we got the more intense the abuse was.