First Memories

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My earliest memories date back to living in the city of L.  I can so clearly see the red carpet in my room and the flowered wallpaper.  The color of the carpet places my age at about 3-4.  We moved to MH when I was four.

The thing I remember the most is my father undressing me.  And as he was doing it, rubbing my chest and vaginal area.  I felt so scared.  It didn’t feel good.  It didn’t feel right.  I remember crying.  He would try to get me to stop crying by offering me candy.  And it worked.  I was a kid and bribery obviously worked on me.  I remember being cold and shivering.  It was an old house and my room was drafty.

It was a nightly thing.  I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking about it right now.

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About katm

I'm just your typical depressed donkey. I'm an abuse survivor. I deal with the pain and stiffness and other fun stuff that goes with fibromyalgia. I used to teach English for a living but because of my health, that isn't any option anymore. I love to cook and feel most in my element when I'm in the kitchen tinkering around.

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