Editor’s Note: The following article is an excerpt from my manuscript detailing my own abuse. Please see “My Story of Abuse” under the category link.
It was a nice, warm, Saturday morning and Crystal yelled for Dottie, “Let’s go roller skating.” Dottie grabbed her skates up and out the back door the two girls flew. They began skating up and down the sidewalk and was having a good time. Then, Crystal decided to build a ramp off the back porch so, “we’d coming flying down it and down the walkway.” Without hesitation, Dottie went flying down the ramp and did a straddle split when she hit the sidewalk.
Crystal was already halfway down the walk when she heard her screaming. She ran back to see what was wrong with Dottie and if she’d hurt herself badly. In that short time, a pool of blood was gathering under Dottie as she cried out in pain.
Joe had been out in the garage working on their old Buick, putting brakes on it so he could run Mara in town. He heard Dottie scream and came out to see what the commotion was about. He saw the blood and scooped Dottie up off the ground and back into the house. Mara was standing in the kitchen as Joe laid Dottie out on the table. Mara screamed at Joe, “You rotten son-of-a-bitch, I am not going to any damn hospital with you!” Joe was stripping clothes off Dottie and screamed back, “I didn’t do this you crazy bitch!” “I don’t give a damn what you say, you’re taking her to the god-damn hospital,” Mara spewed.
All the while, Dottie laid spread eagle on the table and was still crying. She was so afraid of what they were going to do to her.” Joe said, “go get me a sanitary napkin to put on her.” He scooped her up and again, and out the back door, he flew.
Once in the emergency room, Dottie was even more afraid because everyone started rushing toward her. She didn’t know what they were going to do, but she knew she didn’t want to be spread eagle anymore. And that is exactly what they did. Poor little thing was shaking like a leaf with all these people and bright light huddle over her. Dottie was in so much pain, and now, she was so embarrassed and it felt so wrong for all these people to be looking at her. I think it was too much for her, she suddenly quieted and didn’t make a peep. She had a blank stare on her face and remained motionless as the doctor worked to sew stitches in her vagina.
She slept on the way home and Joe carried her back into the house and sneered in Mara’s direction.
Mara said, “What was wrong with her! Is she still going to be able to have periods?” Joe snarled up his face and said, “You stupid bitch—she slipped on her roller skates and they sewed her up!”