Reply #115: WOW! [View All]

I'm extremely offended by that post, but I'm going to tamp that down because you made a LOT of assumptions that led to that offense.

No, being beaten about the head and shoulders with the 60s was NOT by far the worst thing that ever happened to me growing up! How I sincerely wish it was! But even if it WAS, how does that deny my point? You completely avoided it and went off on a lecture about deprivation and abuse and assumed a HELL of a lot about me!

For the record and this is just a condensed list:

1. divorce of my parents when I was five
2. five year long nasty custody battle until I was 10
3. alcoholic abusive stepfather who made me "pretend" I was his girlfriend
4. mother with Borderline Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder
5. very few days went by that my brother and I were not beat with a belt, burned with scalding water, burned with curling irons, beaten with hairbrushes, or locked in closets or the laundry room with no access to water or toilet
6. I was once locked in the laundry room so long I lost consciousness due to dehydration (I was six) and my mother was forced to call 911--at the ER, she denied everything
7. went to school with black eyes
8. broken bones from being thrown against brick wall
9. concussions and stitches
10. never enough food in the house--my brother constantly got in trouble for stealing food
11. mother once snatched us up when we were 7 and 5, yelling that she didn't want us anymore, and drove us to a city intersection and left us there. My brother was barefoot and it was February and freezing so I carried him home 10 blocks on my back, crying the whole way. I prayed my window was unlocked (I left it unlocked in case we needed to bolt) and it was. We snuck in and went to bed hungry. The next day it was as if she didn't even remember doing it.
12. mother addicted to pills our whole life--arrested for passing off fake prescriptions and offering sex to doctors and police officers in exchange for pills and other favors

Shall I go on, or would you like to lecture me some more about not understanding things in life? Because seriously, I've got more.

I've gone through a lot of therapy to deal with it all and count myself a very lucky person to have survived and survived well. My brother didn't fare as well, though.

Now----next time just address the point directly instead of trying to avoid it by throwing out a straw man.

I understand things just fine, lady.