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Taking Candy from Babies

Halloweeen was always a fun time of year for me and John. We were able to dress up and be kids for a little while. My mother would stay home passing out candy to the many children who would trick or treat. My father would take us out at sundown to get our candy fill. … Continue reading

Because he felt like it

My father would often beat John just because he felt like it. There was no rhyme or reason for it.  My father took out his rage on John and he did it often.  John did not do anything in particular at that moment in time.  Except maybe breathe.  John’s breathing probably did upset my father. … Continue reading

The second memory

My previous post is called recovered memories. The second stirred memory was behind the reason I started therapy again during this time. I was having trouble with dealing with my young daughters and their stage of development during the terrible two stage. One of my daughters would throw herself down in front of me to … Continue reading

Our Babysitter

Mrs. Judy was what we called her.  She was seventy-two year old frail woman who took care of us after school for three years.  She was such a nice sweet old lady.  She would do our laundry, put away dishes, and just take care of us.  It was three years of after school care from … Continue reading

Coming through the door at the end of the day

Most people would think this a good and worthy activity.  In our home, during this stage of my childhood, it became a huge source of stress.  My parents would come together and kiss.  My mother always handed my father a glass of alcohol when he walked through the door.  And then I would push my … Continue reading