Miss (a name that tends to be rather familiar with my parents, especially if I am in the dog house!)
by Hayley
(Birmingham)
Where can I start? I was actually sexually abused from the age of nine, though I didn't exactly realise that until yesterday when I was sat in a doctors waiting room with a thumping ear ache. Funny what pain does to you!
My brother used to touch himself and we both thought it was funny, I didn't know then that what he was doing was wrong, even though he did. Things went down hill from there, and at the age of ten, I knew that it was wrong. Prior to that, I got the od beating from my mother, that went a little bit further than discipline. If I was mouthy, fair enough, but slapped legs, slapped face and insults? Now that's a bit far. I plan to do sort of a retro blog, don't know if that is at all possible as I can't remember everything. Feel free any visitors to post questions or read my posts. It's not all grim thankfully, some good times did occur it's just a shame there was so much sadness involved in growing up.
I'd better buzz off now before I start rambling. I am in the middle of writing an autobiography, I don't know who will read it, if anyone. I need to find a publisher first, and as I would be the umpteenth person to do such a thing it would be hit and miss.
Bye everyone
Hayley/Screwloose
