Missing Pieces of Me: Part One

My personal childhood story: Trigger Warning

Mar 02, 2023

I had to pray and seek the Lord to get the courage to share these things with my readers, hoping to reach others who need help. My story will have gaps because I still have holes in my memory. I'm missing a lot of time.

My memories are interspersed with those of witnesses I trust(ed) (most of whom are dead now) to try to make sense of things. The narrative is rather lurching and disjointed in places and takes a disturbing shape. But I have to start somewhere. *sigh*

There used to be a family album at my maternal grandma’s house with a picture of my mother holding me when I was about one year old. My mother, a former beauty queen, always played for the camera; in this photo, she was wearing a beautiful black flounced Spanish dancer dress and grinning as she held me up in the air. I had a look of terror on my face -a wild horse stare that showed the whites of my eyes. It is clear that even at such a young age, I feared her.

Want to read more? Due to the personal nature of this story, I have been advised to put it behind a wall so people must ask to read it. I won’t charge for you to read this story. I’m merely protecting myself and my future rights. Thank you for your interest.

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