I wasn’t going to do this but they say Confession is good for the soul. I am not doing this for sympathy or for any reason except to get the words out.
I don’t remember very much about my childhood. I’ve mentally blocked out everything good
and bad. I remember things like visiting my sister who was in a foster home on her birthday and
having spaghetti for lunch and a birthday cake that had money hidden inside it.
I remember moving a lot. My mother was single. I never had a father from the time I was born.
I have an older sister and a younger brother. My mother was strict, maybe being a single mom
was a strain on her. All I know is that Family Services stepped in one day and took my sister from our home, she was nine and I was five. She didn’t return for 7 yrs. I can’t recall my mother
calling her to check up on her. She was placed in foster care because my mother had thrown her up against a wall. My mother contends that my sister was “difficult”.
My mother was also a drunk and spent a lot of her welfare checks on cigarettes and beer. You might not think that is a bad thing but it meant that me and my brother went without and sometimes had to get things on credit from the local grocery store. ( Thank god for sympathetic
store owners who didn’t want two kids to starve.)
We moved to Calgary, Alta. when I was 7 and moved in with my uncle and his family at the same time my aunt’s brother was living there. I remember that I was put in the basement to sleep, I remember he was down there too, but I can’t remember if anyone else slept down there.
He asked to touch me. I was scared but let him, not because I wanted him to but because I was to scared to say no. That continued for a few months until he moved out. I think he was in his early 20's at the time.
We moved into our own place and my mom became friends with a couple in the neighborhood.
I remember they had 2 boys and I remember sleeping over at their house one night because I fell asleep waiting for my mom to quit partying and go home. I woke up hungry and the man asked if I wanted some jello. He gave me a bowl of jello and I don’t remember how it all started but he started molesting me. It didn’t last long because we moved to another neighborhood. My mother didn’t know about these incidents.
We moved again (I did mention we moved a lot) my mom met a guy who was actually someone who treated me like a daughter and not as someone to manipulate and use. She met him one night when she left me and my brother alone in our apartment after we had fallen asleep. She took off to the local bar. It was a good thing that my brother and I were sound sleepers and didn’t wake up during the night. I woke up and went to get myself some cereal as was my habit.
Passed out at the kitchen table was a complete stranger (not the nice guy) and on the couch was another guy. The one on the couch turned out to be my aunt’s brother ( this was a few years later). They were both drunk. My mom came out of her room with the nice guy (Chris)and I could tell she had been drinking again. They stayed that way all day and I went to bed early.
I liked to read in bed before going to sleep, I had a big stuffed bear that my uncle had given me for Christmas on my bed. ( It was bigger than me at the time). I woke up to the guy who had been sitting at the table trying to lift my nightgown up and take my undies off. I started screaming. My mother had left with chris to go drink at the bar. She came home as I started screaming and ran in saw what this guy was trying to do and went bezerk. Chris had to pull her off. One of the neighbors had called the police. The guy was charged. But I don’t know what happened after that.
I think this is enough for now. I will continue another time.
I don’t remember very much about my childhood. I’ve mentally blocked out everything good
and bad. I remember things like visiting my sister who was in a foster home on her birthday and
having spaghetti for lunch and a birthday cake that had money hidden inside it.
I remember moving a lot. My mother was single. I never had a father from the time I was born.
I have an older sister and a younger brother. My mother was strict, maybe being a single mom
was a strain on her. All I know is that Family Services stepped in one day and took my sister from our home, she was nine and I was five. She didn’t return for 7 yrs. I can’t recall my mother
calling her to check up on her. She was placed in foster care because my mother had thrown her up against a wall. My mother contends that my sister was “difficult”.
My mother was also a drunk and spent a lot of her welfare checks on cigarettes and beer. You might not think that is a bad thing but it meant that me and my brother went without and sometimes had to get things on credit from the local grocery store. ( Thank god for sympathetic
store owners who didn’t want two kids to starve.)
We moved to Calgary, Alta. when I was 7 and moved in with my uncle and his family at the same time my aunt’s brother was living there. I remember that I was put in the basement to sleep, I remember he was down there too, but I can’t remember if anyone else slept down there.
He asked to touch me. I was scared but let him, not because I wanted him to but because I was to scared to say no. That continued for a few months until he moved out. I think he was in his early 20's at the time.
We moved into our own place and my mom became friends with a couple in the neighborhood.
I remember they had 2 boys and I remember sleeping over at their house one night because I fell asleep waiting for my mom to quit partying and go home. I woke up hungry and the man asked if I wanted some jello. He gave me a bowl of jello and I don’t remember how it all started but he started molesting me. It didn’t last long because we moved to another neighborhood. My mother didn’t know about these incidents.
We moved again (I did mention we moved a lot) my mom met a guy who was actually someone who treated me like a daughter and not as someone to manipulate and use. She met him one night when she left me and my brother alone in our apartment after we had fallen asleep. She took off to the local bar. It was a good thing that my brother and I were sound sleepers and didn’t wake up during the night. I woke up and went to get myself some cereal as was my habit.
Passed out at the kitchen table was a complete stranger (not the nice guy) and on the couch was another guy. The one on the couch turned out to be my aunt’s brother ( this was a few years later). They were both drunk. My mom came out of her room with the nice guy (Chris)and I could tell she had been drinking again. They stayed that way all day and I went to bed early.
I liked to read in bed before going to sleep, I had a big stuffed bear that my uncle had given me for Christmas on my bed. ( It was bigger than me at the time). I woke up to the guy who had been sitting at the table trying to lift my nightgown up and take my undies off. I started screaming. My mother had left with chris to go drink at the bar. She came home as I started screaming and ran in saw what this guy was trying to do and went bezerk. Chris had to pull her off. One of the neighbors had called the police. The guy was charged. But I don’t know what happened after that.
I think this is enough for now. I will continue another time.
