Please do not allow my story of such multiple abuses bring you to feel pity for me. This is not at all what my intentions are with sharing the details of my life prior to eleven years back. My only wish is to bring real hope to those out there who may be struggling with some of the same issues I have. There is a way out before you end up dead and you can turn your life around for the better. There is only one true answer to bring one self out of any condemning situation they may be living in. Follow my history to find the heart of God. The only way I survived the various abuses in my life was because the Lord carried me all the way.
I was born the second of five children in June of 1972 to the same man and woman. Each of them had issues of mental disorders prior to their marriage and brought these issues into the marriage and child rearing. Not long following the birth of their third daughter, she died of some type of sickness, later claimed to be pneumonia. Our biological parents defended they had no insurance or money so the hospitals turned them away. Within the next year following my mother gave birth to a boy then next another girl. Alive today, are just four.
Shortly after the youngest sibling was born, I begin to realize something was not quite right with our family. My oldest sister spent hours screaming and running away from a father who physically and sexually abused her after everyone else went to bed. Her and I shared a room. At night when he’d come in after her, he’d shoo me into the closet setting a chair against it to assure my stay. I stay there listening to my sister cry, begging him to stop. Since I was so young, time and how often was not easily remembered. I just know it happened. Sometimes, my father would try to include me until my older sister would try fighting him off me. He’d get mad and push me off in the closet while he did his business with her again.
