Megan

Dealing with Trauma

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was just 5 years old. Five years old and staring up at her mom as she held an icepack to her eye and watched her mom look for her makeup cover up stick. If it was not a black eye.. it was bruises upon bruises to cover up before school. "Walk in and smile and after school I'll take you shopping". Every day was the same. Every night seemed to get worse. Six years of age, she became bulimic because while eating dinner her mother would scream at her about how much of a failure she was or how much she should have never been born. Dinner became a nightmare, what once was food was now just something she could never keep down because her nerves and stomach would never let her. The only safe place was her bed.. when mother went to sleep and would finally relax. Remember how most little kids would think monsters come from under their bed? well most of the time the real monster would awake from the master and come storming into the bedroom and grab the girl by the hair and drag her to the hall where she would sleep on the cold hard floor because .. even under the bed could not save her. Over the years things didn't remain the same, they got worse and worse. Nine years old, Fifty-Eight bruises, a broken ankle, Five bite marks on her bottom and else where.. Free at last. A teacher at school finally spoke up and decided to take action before it was too late. The child went into custody and went with her long lost father.. she had met him a few times but not enough to remember his face. The little girl faced the next years of her adolescence jumping back and forth between the drunken mom and the absent father. If your under the age of 16, you cannot legally chose which parent you want to live with, therefore when mommy dearest seemed better.. it was safe to say she got her little girl back. Wasn't until the little girl turned 18 years old until she finally found freedom. But freedom isn't free.