by Volecia Plafcan

Created on: November 29, 2010

Until after speaking with different people, I had no idea I had experienced child abuse.  That has been many years ago and I paid no attention to it until lately.  Child abuse comes in many forms but, the most harmful are verbal and physical. 

Verbal can leave you emotionally scarred for life and be the cause of many failed relationships.

Although, you should let the dead rest, I must say that my mother was the main source of the verbal abuse I suffered.  I don't know if that was her intention or what, but, she and my three sisters had a good laugh over them.  I just sucked it up.

She would tease me about just everything.  Never did I remember her giving me a hug.  The only closeness ever was when the nightmares would come at night and I would lie safe in my daddy's arms.  He was the one who came when I was scared.

I was fat.  I don't know who the gene was inherited from.  My dad and mom were both slim.

Mother would remark that I was so fat, she didn't know if I was walking or rolling.  Of course, I laughed along with them because there were four of them and one of me and surely, they must have been right.  What was I to do?  This was in the days of 'children should be seen and not heard' so I couldn't tell my dad.

Even so, my mother was so overbearing, my dad would have agreed with her.  So, there I was.

I wanted to be pretty.  My other sisters were and I wanted to be accepted, to have a best friend, to be invited to their house at night.  But, it never happened.  I was just too insecure to be friends with anyone but, my cousin, Woodie. 

Woodie and I were the same age - by a few days, to be exact.  He and I always played together.  Of course, we played 'boy games' but, that was alright with me.  I didn't like playing dolls anyway.  Of course, mother made me play with the one who didn't have someone to play dolls with and I detested it.

When I started my 'monthly', I was at school.  We were within distance that we could walk home for lunch on some days so that day, I ran home.  There were spots on my dress and I was scared to death of what was happening to me.  This, I will never forget.

I walked in the door and showed my mother. She  threw a pad at me and said, "put this on.  This will happen once a month.  She gave me a look, like she hated me  and walked into the kitchen.  I didn't know what

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