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Five years old and they    could not hear me in the backyard --    I called out, the gate was locked and   the screen door, mesh frayed at the handle,   was locked too -- I could see it --   and they still couldn't hear me and I      was afraid and the mesh      was frayed and my little finger          just barely fit through and then              aunt Lucy came and made sure                  that I was punished. (The reward for my fear was the most frightening and humiliating experience of my childhood)                    I hid. "Get out here!" my father yelled and his voice made me flinch and trembling I unhid.        my uncle and aunt watched as my father spanked me harder and angrier than ever before,        my uncle and aunt watched the shock of every blow reverberating through my tiny body                                     until        my uncle and aunt watched everything let go and I ****** myself on the floor in front of them weeping and violated I do not remember what was said after they left the room and I was alone with my shame while the sun fell the walls faded blue the ride home was silent -- -- all over some torn mesh       and doors they should not have locked.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Greatest Humiliation of my Childhood
Five years old and they    could not hear me in the backyard --    I called out, the gate was locked and   the screen door, mesh frayed at the handle,   was locked too -- I could see it --   and they still couldn't hear me and I      was afraid and the mesh      was frayed and my little finger          just barely fit through and then              aunt Lucy came and made sure                  that I was punished. (The reward for my fear was the most frightening and humiliating experience of my childhood)                    I hid. "Get out here!" my father yelled and his voice made me flinch and trembling I unhid.        my uncle and aunt watched as my father spanked me harder and angrier than ever before,        my uncle and aunt watched the shock of every blow reverberating through my tiny body                                     until        my uncle and aunt watched everything let go and I ****** myself on the floor in front of them weeping and violated I do not remember what was said after they left the room and I was alone with my shame while the sun fell the walls faded blue the ride home was silent -- -- all over some torn mesh       and doors they should not have locked.
I hope it was worth it.
#abuse#father#dad#family#childhood
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
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