There’s something on my social services records – apparently a rumour went round that said I slept with my cousin as a child.
I didn’t.
But he did used to ask me to undress for him and all sorts.
And so did my dad’s brother.
Half are convicted for sexual abuse offences.
I opened up about that as a child but was called a liar.
I have a family of abusers. The men.
The girls are traumatised.
There’s about 40 of us.
No one was going to believe me. They all trauma bond.
I did not sleep with my cousin.
I just was in a trapped situation I couldn’t get out of because social services didn’t want to provide me with a stable home.
That was never my fault.
I had an alcohol addiction as a child but managed to get over that and abstain from that.
So yeah. I had a pretty horrible life.
The only thing I had was my books and my creativity.
Until recently when it’s hard to focus why I’m flash-backing into the past.
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