50 years to get answers from science, family declined…

Sometime between Aug 1967 and June 1968 I was beaten so severely that I lost my first 13 years of life… No memory of birthdays… No memories of my many siblings… No memories of the birth of the youngest at that time… No holidays, no school or relatives… Gone in a flash because of domestic violence and the Air Force image being more important than my life… or the life of anyone in that household…

I knew, some voice deep inside me kept yelling to be set free… begging to be heard…. Margie was her name and she never knew anything but violence at home….

The memory that woke me up so I could hear Margies scream went like this…

A young man had just murdered 26 innocents in a small Texas town and it was a small Texas town that took the life of Margie…

A child had been born, not of my dads blood and he knew… He always knew… and one night after working his military job and a part-time job, he came in the door of that craftsman style house in 1967… as he made his way down the hall, mother started in on him… a baby crying in the background…

It was words at first, then a thud… sneaking out of bed, seeing my older half-brother making his way into the hall, I felt my heart sank and knew life would never be the same… dad knew about the baby…

Fists were going all directions, bodies were flying too… Dad a 6’4″ 250 pound man, hit his mark with every swing…

I heard words no child should hear… I heard the younger ones screaming in fear… that night took so much from all of us in that so-called christian home…

The baby was saved, the brother was shipped home and never to be seen by me until 2002 and not one word did he speak of that night… he kept his memory to himself… did he know I suffered a brain injury???

The younger siblings and I were never the same… not our relationships or our feelings for each other… all destroyed in one night of domestic violence that the Air Force covered up…

Up to this point that is what this whole blog has been about… the memories that have awakened because they were repressed by the trauma of domestic violence… a childhood stolen… and I have begun to take it back…

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember…..

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...