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Just thought that my revealing this discussion would open my story of sexual abuse, and bring my insecure self to light. This part of my life was always in waves of images and faces which both melded together. How can such memory be suppressed? Well I did try and have some love along the way, but my lack of self respect blocked many of my true thoughts about a normal relationship, (I used to pretend the abuse never happened by running harder, jumping higher, kicking longer and just plain working till exhaustion.)
This is just as hard as living with people that had no self respect for those around them.
I am a victim of childhood abuse by my mother and her hired maid. When I was just 5-8 yrs. old there were occasions when my bath time was also abuse time. This was....I'm crying now............