Momofthree
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Going through therapy has caused me to see more and more that my childhood was not 'happy and normal' whatever that means but was in fact riddled with abuse. Growing up we moved around a lot, but we seemed to always live in remote places. Small towns, farms, no close neighbors. Anyway I have been telling childhood stories to my T. Stories where I'm laughing and remember them as 'good times' and he'll just look at me and say "That's abuse. What your mom did there was abusive."
I didn't know any better, there was no one around to tell me that she shouldn't leave marks when she 'spanked me' there was no body who was going to stand up for me. The small town philosophy was basically "It's none of my business it's a family affair." When I said my mom spanked me they assumed it was with a hand or belt on the butt for something I had done wrong, not with a vacuum cord across the back because I had forgotten to take my boots off at the door. I honestly didn't know other children didn't get slapped across the face so hard their nose bled for 'back talking' I thought it was 'normal' to be woken up at 4 am on a school day to clean up broken dishes because I had left them on the counter instead of in the sink and my mom decided to throw them on the floor and brake them to 'teach me a lesson about obedience' I didn't know that having your legs switched with a tree branch until you have bloody whelps wasn't a proper punishment for any and all forms of disobedience.
So I tell the story about the time I came back from horse riding and see my mother running up the field with a switch, screaming and yelling and thrashing at my legs. I tell about how I asked "Why am I getting spanked, what did I do wrong?" And she says "You didn't do the dishes before going riding!" and I say "But it's Britteny's (my sister) day to do the dishes I dusted today!" and then she stops, says "Oh." and turns around to go find my sister and give her the spanking instead. I tell how I laughed to myself about how my mom got it wrong and spanked the wrong kid and later that night at the dinner table we all thought it was funny and laughed... and my T, tells me it was abuse...
I didn't know any better, there was no one around to tell me that she shouldn't leave marks when she 'spanked me' there was no body who was going to stand up for me. The small town philosophy was basically "It's none of my business it's a family affair." When I said my mom spanked me they assumed it was with a hand or belt on the butt for something I had done wrong, not with a vacuum cord across the back because I had forgotten to take my boots off at the door. I honestly didn't know other children didn't get slapped across the face so hard their nose bled for 'back talking' I thought it was 'normal' to be woken up at 4 am on a school day to clean up broken dishes because I had left them on the counter instead of in the sink and my mom decided to throw them on the floor and brake them to 'teach me a lesson about obedience' I didn't know that having your legs switched with a tree branch until you have bloody whelps wasn't a proper punishment for any and all forms of disobedience.
So I tell the story about the time I came back from horse riding and see my mother running up the field with a switch, screaming and yelling and thrashing at my legs. I tell about how I asked "Why am I getting spanked, what did I do wrong?" And she says "You didn't do the dishes before going riding!" and I say "But it's Britteny's (my sister) day to do the dishes I dusted today!" and then she stops, says "Oh." and turns around to go find my sister and give her the spanking instead. I tell how I laughed to myself about how my mom got it wrong and spanked the wrong kid and later that night at the dinner table we all thought it was funny and laughed... and my T, tells me it was abuse...
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