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.
My Story of Abuse
By Survivor Iris This story of abuse happened over the course of eleven years. I was a single young mother of one beautiful boy. Later, I found a man who seemed almost perfect. As time went by he began to show his true self. The Warning Signs By the time...
