The thought of a young child having to divide there mind in order to be able to deal with the bad things in life is simply unthinkable. Just imagine being 8 years old and having someone touch you in a place that your mom and dad had said No one should touch!!
Well while the world thought that I had the perfect childhood, it was all just a smoke screen nothing was what one would claim to be NORMAL. Who will I be today? Is the bad person gonna get me today??
What did I do wrong to have to go through this?? These are not questions that an 8 year old little girl should be asking herself, instead she should be playing with toys and friends not crucifying herself for something that is not even her fault.
Why is a question that has eaten my brain for many years, and that is when I created thee other me!! In order to make it through the days, ex specially the days that were bad I would bring out the other me. Now back when I was small it seems that when you would tell someone something bad happened, that it was almost an embarrassment, Why?? I have no idea, to allow this to happen and not do anything about it is a travesty, and it will one day come back to haunt everyone.
But as my childhood proceeded into young adult hood ,things only got worse, MEN, they were not to be trusted. If they looked at me I would assume they wanted to have sex with me, sometimes I could feel this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and believe me my stomach was not wrong.
How does one deal with all this abuse, sexual, physical, mental this is an on going question and I will tell you how I made it through my own private hell.
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