Nobody at a young age really understands what the word abuse means, let alone what it entails. They say that often the person who abuses you is someone we all know and in my case that certainly was true. I had had a happy childhood till I turned six and that’s when it all changed… somethings my psychiatrists inform me is blocked out of my memory purely because it is too painful or too detrimental to my adult life for me to even recall.
What I do recall from my childhood however is the way my father would bounce me on his knee in front of others, often in a jovial way – it looked too innocent to others, but for me as the abuse started to get more frequent with the touching and groping leading to something more perverse; this felt extremely uncomfortable. I used to love being held by my father and sleeping