Sometimes I Wonder If I'm Just Exagerating It.When I was a little girl, my father would "discipline" me by hitting me with the leather belt in sets of three. I had to lift up my dress and pull down my underwear.
I remember being slapped by my mother when I was six because I told her that I was taking my Christmas present to her back. She smashed the present against the wall, threatened to set my presents on fire and back handed me. I turned other cheek to her and when she asked me what I was doing I told her, "Jesus said to turn the other cheek." She paused and hugged me.
Those would be the worst physical instances that I can remember from my childhood. My sister can remember more, but I can't recall most of my childhood. I've told a few of my closest friends about my parents, but when I get to the physical aspect, sometimes I feel like a whiny brat. I feel like most children go through what I went through and I'm just making it sound worse than it actually was to gain sympathy. I fear that someday someone will look at me and say, "You weren't abused, you whiny brat. Most people went through worse, you had it easy." I think that that's the main reason I don't like to bring up specifics to people, because even though I know its abuse, sometimes I feel like I could have had it worse (like my older siblings) and that it isn't really abuse. I hear such horrible abuse stories from people, and I feel ashamed. Like I should compare what I went through to what they went through.
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