saraemerald
Gold Member
My very first memory of childhood abuse, I was around five years old and I was carrying my bowl of cereal from the kitchen to the dining room and I tripped and accidentally spilled my cereal. I don't remember everything, but I do remember my mom screaming at me and I was crying and trying to tell her it was an accident and I remember saying, "but I didn't break the bowl". Ever since that one day, my mom served my breakfast in a plastic Crowley cottage cheese container for the rest of my years in my house up until age 18 when I moved out of the house. That is my first recollection of child abuse.