I have Enthesopathy, Fibromyalgia, and polyarthritis, just to name a few. It was too damaged from all the physical abuse. Whenever I did make a joke he didn’t like, he would beat me for it. He would encourage me to make fun of him in return and then laugh at my poor attempts. He would entertain guests by making fun of me.
My step-dad made fun of me every day because I was a little chubby. On top of it my mom would tell me that she didn’t want me, that if she could do things over she wouldn’t have had me. I’ve been hit with a croquet mallet and beaten with a whiffle bat until it was broken in half. I endured black eyes, bloody noses, fat and bloody lips, a broken finger, welt marks and bruises all over my body. I got hit even if I opened my mouth to speak. I got hit for making too much noise in the morning. My mom’s third and current husband, my step-dad, beat me regularly for a decade, from the time I was 5 until I was 15.
My mom’s second husband would make me strip naked and lay in the center of my bed while he beat me all over my body. The hardest day of my life was my entire childhood.Īt age 3, my uncle made me lick his penis “like a lollypop.”Īt age 9, I was raped by another family member.Īt 15, my mom and step-dad thought it was funny for my step-dad to touch my breasts.
