This article is the final in a series of Incest related topics. It is the first time I have spoken out regarding the relationship I had with my mother.
My mind recoils and my stomach lurches. I don’t want to remember childhood sexual assault by my mother’s hand.
My brain stops. All functioning inert. Years piled with emotional abuse have taken its toll. My mother broke my spirit apart.
My gait is a half hearted attempt to walk with its limitations. The physical abuse is evident as each step is taken. I don’t want the flooding of memories to reveal this is not from an accident but again my mother’s doing.
My heart breaks and tears slide down my cheeks. I don’t want to remember abandonment by my mother.
Through it all, I ask myself (ves) yet, once again, “What would my life look like today, would I even be alive, had I not stood up to my mother, twenty-one years ago last month, and said, “I’m leaving.”