Abuse Is Not Your Fault, It’s Theirs

Speak Until Someone Hears. Then You Can Let It Go

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“This is all your fault,” he declared.

One year olds are as impressionable as rising dough. I dreaded growing up. Every morning I wondered, why am I still here?

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But the damage had been done. The abuse went much deeper than I realized.

When I was a child, a well-known rock group wrote an opera, based on the fictional story of a young boy who witnessed a violent murder and went into a catatonic state, becoming deaf, dumb and blind. His relatives abused and mocked him, something I could relate to. But, in the story, this young boy, Tommy, became famous for playing pinball. They called him a wizard, he was so good. The story behind The Who’s Tommy resonated to my bones.

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