Defenseless
There are slim to no points in time at my current age and financial status that I would have to ask for help and endure any kind of ridicule and unable to do something because I needed their help. This is just a pattern of everyone I know hurting me when I was most vulnerable and completely defenseless.
It began with all of the trauma at the age of three. Not being able to defend myself from my grandfather before or after he busted my head open. I couldn't stop my mother from clamping a clothespin on my penis when I was three. I couldn't stop my grandfather from screaming and yelling at us kids under threat of violence. And I couldn't stop my mother from throwing me around, squeezing my face, and hitting me until fifteen. I was defenseless. These are the things my family did and I couldn't stop them.
At the age of 17 when my family had lost the home I grew up in and was unable to afford housing and food for me I had to move in with a friend rather than make a bad situation worse with my mother, father, sister, and nephew suffering by my selfish account. After the first week or so l
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Searching for the Answer
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of stories involving childhood abuse and trauma through a first-person impactful perspective mostly chronological. It is my story and is not fabricated in any way. I am posting just to get feedback thank you.
