Margie’s head trauma…

Margie once lived in a manufactured home… with so many siblings and dad’s military pay, it was the cheapest way to live…

The house had a garden window in front where the kitchen was located and the dinning area, then came the living room, then there was a narrow hall way an my bedroom I shared with my sister was the first… we had bunk beds in the small room and the closet had drawers underneath, so being little I had to stand on the platform to get things out of the closet…

One day while playing, we’ll say around the age of 8, I was standing on the platform in the closet, facing the clothes rod dowel… my mother came into the room and said something and I responded…

The next thing I knew my head was being slammed into the wooden dowel rod… to say the least, stars was not what I saw… I remember a searing pain, my eyes went out of focus and my ears started ringing…

Who does that… What adult in their right mind takes a child’s head, a skull that is still fusing together and bash’s it into a wooden post??? Who does that??? My mother…

Cruelty was something she dished out on a regular basis if Margie said or did anything she didn’t like…

In 1998, under going testing and EEG was done… Now I had been told in the military that I had some issues with short-term memory, this test said it was definite… Why is that important…

Your frontal lobe is where you store your short-term memory, the right and left side of the brain has other memory factors…

Do I think that blow to the skull by my mother’s abusive response is the cause, I can’t answer that… I suffered no other injury to that part of the brain that I am “aware of”… doesn’t mean there wasn’t something else done to me… I just haven’t got any other memories available to me to tell you for sure…

I wish I could say I have memories from age 9 to 12, but they seem to either be wiped clean from my mind or are repressed, because of another violent assault… Only time will tell If I will remember my childhood… So far, no christmas, birthdays or the births of my 2 younger brothers… those memories seem to be gone for good…

My mother’s birthday just happened and the first time in forever, I did not send her a card… It is hard to believe that anyone can harm a child and as I hear more on the news about the couple driving off the cliff with their kids, and the parents of the 13 Riverside kids and the parents that made the kids eat feces… It is sad to say, but it makes it easier to digest my own mother was and is just as warped and demented as these other people… the woman who says she knows her god…

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Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....