Child Abuse 60 years ago

by Linda Di Fazio
(Raymond, New Hampshire, USA)

I was 3 months old when I was abused. I am now 60 and still do not know the truth. I was abused violently and was in the Children's Hospital in Boston for quite a few months (as I was told by my grandmother). I was hit by my father (whom I've never met - he has passed away since) on the backside. I received thirty five stitches and carry a very huge scar. My mom was also abused, as my father hit her in the face and she lost all of her top teeth. I never really found out if the story I was told was true. I just know that the scar will never go away. At 60 years old it haunts me everyday of my life. I'm sad to think someone could do this to a baby. I wish back then there were child abuse laws as there are today.

It's sad but the scars stay with you for life.

My heart goes out to these children who are abused.

Thank you for listening.

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