Live what you learn... Passing it on or stopping the violence

Sandralee By Sandralee, 19th Jul 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2gz8d0z2/
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Dysfunction in my child hood there was no word for it as I was growing us I realized how much a person could hate.
Parents are supposed to be loved but I found it hard to love them.
Parents were suppose to give children encouragement , Example in my home was ...
Dad drunk, fight , beat mom, beat us , go out and fool around on Mom then come home and tell her how she was useless and he could do better...

Life on the farm

We would be carted off to the Park for our daily entertainment. It felt more like home.
My oldest sister ...well she was only a year older than me but nonetheless she was older. She would make sure we had at least some bread to eat or crackers and water.Night fall would come and we would all be cold and tired from the adventures in the park.

Either way

Either way you had it coming was the phrase used most of the time.
I hated to see my siblings get hit. When we would all deny what ever the incident as we were all told to go to our room and pull our panties down and we would be made to lay across the edge of the bed so he could hit us all at one time.
It must have hurt his poor arm having to beat 6 kids one after the other so doing it at one time was easier for him.

Endless time

So young and for them to spill milk or to topple their bowl or similar things ...
you get the picture.
I would take the blame. .
It was easier to take the blame than to see them get beat..
When I got older they would forget the weapons and my dad would just straight out slap or hit me with his hand.
One time he grabbed a kitchen knife and chased me.
I ran away..
Within a few months I was 16 and gone!

6 kids and unfit parents

Either way you had it coming was the phrase used most of the time.
I hated to see my siblings get hit. When we would all deny what ever the incident as we were all told to go to our room and pull our panties down and we would be made to lay across the edge of the bed so he could hit us all at one time.
It must have hurt his poor arm having to beat 6 kids one after the other so doing it at one time was easier for him.

LIfes journey

Sometimes when I look at the pictures of me as a child the memories make me cry.

Of a time and a place
And years that have flown by
Dreams that I had made
When I was a child.
how one day I would be
A mother of 3.
I planned to have only a few
But some how some time
Went by and the number increased to 9.
I wanted my children to have others
That they could depend on.
No I was not a welfare mom.
I did not have 9
I lost 2 ..
So I was left with 7
Now my oldest is in Heaven.

Another Journey into my mind

Now I come to the end of another chapter in my life a new day will come and a new memory will return.
As I sit here with my computer
and the keys are my pen
The gentle breeze blowing
As the salt air passes my face
I sit here at the beach side
And then I will just wait.
For as sure as the stars are filled in the sky,
More memories will come strolling by.
My sadness abated for just a short time
Just waiting
To think of my next rhyme.

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Abuse And Violence In The Home, Abused, Abusers, Child Abuse, Childhood, Childhood Memories, Childs Rights

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author avatar Sandralee
The love for my children drives me to leave a legacy of hope and faith, a desire to attain the highest goals and never limit their chances to learn and grow.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
19th Jul 2012 (#)

Very well written article, with poetic heart. Thanks for sharing.

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