I Was Abused My Family Was The

I Am Proud Of Who You Were, David-that Hurt Person Who Refused To "die." And I'm More Caring, Giving, Fixing Person, The Guy With The Same Sense Of Humor And That Deft, Sensitive Touch. Good On You, David I Love You.

What Distresses Me At Times Is That I Meet A Lot Of People In Their 40's, 50's, 60's, Who Still Say They're A Victim Of Child Abuse.

I Just Don't Want To Forget This First Day Of The Rest Of My Life!

David What Your Mother Did To You Was Wrong. Verry Wrong.no Child Deserves To Be Treated Like That. She's Sick.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.