child abuse story from PMW was originally posted on November 5, 2005. It was
originally received as an e-mail from an elderly woman I've called PMW after a
local newspaper article announced the release of my memoir. A conversation with
PMW revealed that she had suffered repeated emotional and physical child abuse
at the hands of her mother. Once, in a fit of anger, her mother knocked out one
of PMW's teeth.
I found so remarkable about this woman's story was that during our 30 minute
conversation, PMW could not bring herself to use the word 'mother'. At 87 years
old, the child abuse effects still
severely impacted her: She spelled out the word M.O.T.H.E.R. several times, or
referred to her mother as "my female parent".
PMW is from Vancouver Island, BC, Canada
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fortunate you are to have worked your way out of that childhood! Bravo!
in my 87th year, and never having rid myself of the childhood—and following
years when she sent the R.C.M.P., postal authorities, hospital supervisor,
later the administrator unbelievable letters to detain me, I avoided the
subject. It only causes pain.
obsession was rather the opposite to your parents' , as she tried to instill
that I am "English to the third generation" and whenever I tried her,
[she told me] the nurses had sent her home with an Indian child! To most
people, that was impossible to believe! But you may be the first person who
is there any wonder that I learned Indian and Métis history more and more as
the true history immerged?
Like you, I was fortunate to have a most understandable husband. My three children knew none of it during their growing years; now can be compassionate. (depending, of course!!)
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Child abuse story from PMW was re-formatted June 8, 2015
From Victim to Victory
How I got over the devastating effects of child abuse and moved on with my life
Mar 24, 17 08:13 AM
My name is Pamela T. I was adopted as an infant, into a home of one older brother. Shortly after adoption, my parents had another child, my sister. At
Mar 23, 17 09:26 AM
My father and mother had divorced when I was 7, and I knew that my father was an extremely manipulative and abusive man. My mom always told me that he
Mar 23, 17 09:08 AM
As a third grader, a fourth grader, a fifth grader, and finally, a sixth grader, I was abused. If you had known me back then, you would have never guessed.