Abused and Battered Who could we tell?

This is the start of a healing process that I am slowly getting into. I have never done a blog before so bear with me. I am not a Doctor or a Minister or anyone special. You wouldn't know me if you saw me on the street because I don't make the head lines or even stand out in a crowd. Just an every day ordinary person like you. The only thing you can't see is the scares of physical mental and sexual abuse. The dreaded things most people won't bring up or are afraid to talk about, fearing they would be judged. After all who could we tell, no one would believe us, they would say your lying, or you made it up. Or more commonly you brought in on yourself.

The abuse started at a very young age, I think I may have been 5 or 6, Nice! A baby still at my mothers knee. But while she was away the cat would play. Sound familiar? I am now 55 years old and still holding scares and horrific memories of a lost childhood that was stolen from me with out a hint of remorse from my abuser. He got off easy he was able to take his offense to his grave, and even from the grave his evil continues to shadow my life.
If this nightmare has happened to you then join my blog and we can heal together. I'm no one special, I blend in the crowd, the only thing I know is to survive.

Just know my arms are around you and I care. I am here to listen and to heal,an ordenary person, just like you.