It is with the permission of my friend Charlotte that I am
posting this link. Please take the time to read it. It will enlighten you to
how an abused child thinks about herself as an adult. There are many other enlightening posts on her blog.
Here is an excerpt followed by the link:
“Which brings me to
my own story. Starting when I was about ten, my mother started pimping me. Over
and over again, she let men (and sometimes women) rape me and she took money
for it.
It is a measure of how badly abused I was that, when the above
photo was taken, I thought I looked sexy with my new haircut and elastic-topped
dress covered in little pink roses. Not cute. Not pretty. Sexy.
I can tell you that vaginas are beautiful like flowers but I
cannot see my own like that. At best, I see it as tainted, defiled, and sick.
At worst, I see it as dead.
I didn't even question it. My life had been destroyed. It was
a simple irrefutable fact. Normal women and girls who had not been raped were
clean, healthy, and beautiful, but I was not. They deserved and expected to
have lovely things happen to them. I did not.” Charlotte Issyvoo
Thanks for the share. I hope others recognize themselves in this and find some catharsis. I hope those who haven't been abused are prompted to work to end abuse. I have no hope that this will change the views and behaviours of abusers. I don't write for them.
ReplyDeleteyou're very welcome, Charlotte. I am so thankful to have "met" you.
DeleteAnd I you. I haven`t read a lot of your blog because I need to pace myself on this topic, but I would like to learn more about your story, and for you to learn more about mine.
DeleteHi Charlotte ........ this is my new blog... It is an uplifting transparent insights to my daily life. Hope you have time to take a look .. http://livinglifefullyconfinedtoabed.blogspot.com/
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