I was abused by my grandfather, father, brothers, the bus driver, cousins, my mother, my grand mother, you name them and I was abused by them in some way. I have had counseling and gone to a shrink and all that stuff and I am getting by, but I feel sad for the little girl I was!

She was so skinny and had such long legs and was so helpless. I have felt helpless most of my life and I am not frail by any means, but I have felt helpless. I hate that feeling. I know where I got it. I got it in my child hood. I was 4 the first time I can remember being sexually abused by my mother's father. She called me a whore all my life and always blamed me for the abuse. How could a little 4 year old cause such? I have the strong feeling that it had happened on a regular basis before I was even old enough to remember it. I wonder how my adult life would have turned out if my child hood had not been so terrible. I will always wonder.

Mothers please protect your children and support them! We were dirt poor too so I had the poverty to contend with too on top of all the abuse. Man, people talk about the good old days, I can't remember any. I do have good days now and I thank God for them!