I used to get TW
battered, like only the seams of clothes left if I 'upset' my caregiver by doing something 'wrong', like shout 'what?', all the while put into intense self defense classes to help with the bitches at school. That soon stopped when the self defense classes had them s themselves because I could stop them doing it to me anymore, and I took a golf club to my 'step dad'. and these were the good parents, the other one was far worse. Now they're all scared of me.
Whoever is beating their kids, they should remember that that child is younger, and one day they may rely on that child as a care giver.
And Mr escape artist pulled a Houdini and was at my door this morning, the ward didn't even know he was gone.
Would hate to be them.
Sometimes it's just a waiting game
Please don't be sad, you can if you want, but it's not sad now, it's the cycle of life, I was vulnerable and surrounded by monsters, it's only fair they should get the best care (I do have a soul/compassion) but they will s the bed pan with what I remind them that I remember. It's happened before and it'll happen again