My father was in Vietnam and came home when I was 18 months old after seeing me one other time. My life with him and my mother changed drastically. I have no memory of him at this age but I am told he spanked me every time I got out of bed. I had been sleeping in my mothers bed from the time of birth till he came home. My earliest memory of him was when I was 5 yrs old, he wanted to "teach" me to make up my bed before school. He instructed me to do so. I made up my bed then went an got him as instructed. He came to my bed took one look an then dug change out of his pocket. He pulled out a nickel and said if I did it correctly it would bounce. Well it didn't bounce. He pulled everything off my bed and instructed me to do it again and again. He eventually had to stop because I was going to be late to school. This was my whole life. doing and redoing. Maybe that doesn't sound that bad but factor in the constant yelling screaming banging fists etc. It's easy to see why a 5 yr old wouldn't be able to make up a bed let alone sleep soundly in said bed. Let me tell you how many times I washed dishes in one setting. UGH!!! I cried all the time. I was severely depressed. I was told by my mother as well as other family members that I rub him the wrong way. My brother and sister joined in on the abuse later in life. I am singled out all the time as the trouble maker. It's depressing but I have a awesome supportive husband that has seen the abuse I endured.He saw I was treated differently than my sister or brother.
I was yelled at during dinner time for scraping my fork against my plate, drinking after every bite, sawing my meat, eating everything one item at a time, you name it, he found ways to yell at me for everything. Homework was a particular issue because If I didn't understand he would get angry at me and start banging his fists on the table. Everyone had to jump for dishes to prevent them from falling and breaking. I had to sit next to him, I would try to take another spot and he would make me move. Needless to say, I was a terrible student. There is decades of more so I need to write a book.
My question is HOW DOES ANYONE LET A CHILD GO THROUGH THIS??????????????????????????????
Thank you for anything you can give me. even just a "like".
Lisa
I was yelled at during dinner time for scraping my fork against my plate, drinking after every bite, sawing my meat, eating everything one item at a time, you name it, he found ways to yell at me for everything. Homework was a particular issue because If I didn't understand he would get angry at me and start banging his fists on the table. Everyone had to jump for dishes to prevent them from falling and breaking. I had to sit next to him, I would try to take another spot and he would make me move. Needless to say, I was a terrible student. There is decades of more so I need to write a book.
My question is HOW DOES ANYONE LET A CHILD GO THROUGH THIS??????????????????????????????
Thank you for anything you can give me. even just a "like".
Lisa