My Childhood in a PTSD Shaped Nutshell

Parenting done wrong

Teasing yourself with my skin as your blanket

Standing there, wondering what’s worse – running and being thrown against the wall and hit, or letting you touch me

Deciding to run and take the beatings once I grew old enough to learn that your touching and teasing was painful to my heart

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