Dating Michael

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.

Line Dancers

After six months of dating, Michael confessed to me that he had broken his ex’s back accidentally. Seems they got into physical altercations with each other pretty easily. Michael has a very bad temper and they were arguing. Michael tried to leave to keep from hitting his ex and she jumped onto his back while he was trying to get out the door. There was a staircase as soon as you opened the front door and Michael told me he got ahold of her and tried to set her down on the steps; she stiffened and hit her back on the steps breaking it. Continue reading “Dating Michael”

Give It Up and Move On

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.

Sad Girl

Easier said than done for many cases of abuse. Abuse can affect a person for their entire lifetime. Faulkner wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” How true it is for so many cases of abuse. Continue reading “Give It Up and Move On”

Crystal’s Memories of Dad

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.

Boat at River

Our Dad was a mean drunk. He would leave us in the car outside a bar for hours on end. I was thirteen at the time, and Dottie was 7 and traumatized on a regular basis. Dottie was always afraid he’d wreck the car on the way home and we’d all end up dead, or in the creek. Like I said, “I was thirteen years old when Dad decided to give me a crash course on driving and have me to drive home because he was too stinkin’ drunk to drive. I was never so afraid in all my life. He sat up front with me and Darcie and Dottie was in the back seat. Continue reading “Crystal’s Memories of Dad”

Prince

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.

Prince

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a pony. The entire family would make fun of me when I’d see a horse or a pony. I would be so excited and yell, “Look a pony!” Can I have a pony, Dad? Please, please. After hearing it for so long, and because I was so thrilled when I saw one—Mom started imitating my pleas and excitement. She’d thrash her arms above her head and scream to the top of her lungs, “oh Daa-dee, I want a pony—please Daa-dee, get me a pony.” Everyone thought it was pretty funny except me, and it didn’t take Darcie and my Dad long to follow suit. I was never sure of my obsession with all the animals. I felt better with animals than with people, and they liked me. But, horses were always my greatest love and true passion. Continue reading “Prince”

The Pharmacist

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.

Pharmacist

The sun had gone down and Ben and I were still wading in the creek lookin’ for crawdads so we could go fishin’ tomorrow morning. We had a big coffee can about one-third of the way filled with all different sizes of crawdads. I lifted a rock, and this really big, bluish-looking crawdad went swimming backward as fast as he could to get away, but Ben was faster and grabbed him up. Neither of us had ever seen a crawdad like him. Ben figured he was probably really, really old and said when they get this old they turn to blue and boy, can they pinch a lot harder than the other ones. We were closely inspecting him when I heard Mom yelling for me. I answered her but she didn’t hear me. I said, “come on Ben I gotta get home.” Continue reading “The Pharmacist”

The Banty Rooster

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.

Banty Rooster

Dottie had awoken early one morning with her stomach growling, but she ignored it as she hopped into her blue jeans, western-style shirt and cowboy boots. She was only 7 years-old and was fond of looking like Annie Oakley. She hurried to get ready so she could get out of the house before anything started. Continue reading “The Banty Rooster”

Darcie and the Hogs

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.

Hog

The next day was even cooler than the day before, and the leaves were all reds and gold’s; the old weeping willow at Mrs. Sprout’s house was still green. Dottie could see her Dad and Uncle John walking toward the old garage and off she went to see what was going on. Uncle John was a big man, with a scarred up complexion. He probably had a hard time finding someone to marry him. His hair was dark and he wore black-rimmed glasses that were always greasy lookin’. The pig pen was right next to the driveway, but the girls stayed away from the pigs because Uncle John said, “if you get in there—they’ll eat ya’!” Continue reading “Darcie and the Hogs”

Carrie

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.

Carrie II

They were off again to their grandma Mimmy’s house in Monkey Town. It took so long to get there, and Darcie as usual was teasing Dottie. A loud bellow came from the front seats, “Now damn-it, “I said to shut the hell-up! Darcie leave her the hella’ lone before I stop this car!” You could have heard a pin drop, and little Dottie crawled to Crystal’s lap. Before long, she was being lowered onto a mattress with Crystal and Darcie already sleeping—they had arrived at their Grandma’s house. Dottie could hear noises downstairs from the grown-ups talking and moving about the kitchen. She drifted quickly back to sleep. Continue reading “Carrie”

40 Red Flags for Child Abuse

There is an abundance of signs and symptoms when a child is being abused. The child may feel ashamed, embarrassed, fearful, guilty, or confused. General red flags you should watch for:

– Frequent absences from school and other activities
– Depression, nervousness, clinginess, rebellious or defiant behavior
– Changes in school performance
– A child that’s angry, resentful, aggressive or exhibits a loss of self-confidence
– Attempts at running away
– Bed-wetting
– Poor appetite
– Suicide attempts
– Frightened of parents
Continue reading “40 Red Flags for Child Abuse”