My abuse started young,every perpetrator left a scar some deeper than others,my mother would scream my name to help her,what’s a little girl going to do,I’ve tasted more blood than icecream?I fought so hard but it didn’t stop there,as I grew older it got worse I had to fight,I had no choice but to survive all my life,the stepfathers,molested,rape,plotted to be murdered,punched around the ribs at 6 months pregnant,thrown on my stomach and kicked between my legs,my story is too indepth to describe the unimaginable in my lifetime,I can’t erase memories and I can’t change it but I can and will not stop fighting for my freedom,self love,I deserve happiness and as a strong woman I’m ready to break my silence to help others,now at 63 I’ve finally taken my power back,if my story can help one person then tell your truth tell it all.
Surviving the Unthinkable: Why Thier Stories Matter
*By Survivor Jamie A Night That Escalated Without Warning The evening began like any other.There was time spent together.A social setting.A sense of normal routine. But like many abusive situations, nothing stayed calm for long. What followed was a sudden and violent escalation that turned a private space into a...
