I’m glad my first thought on your comment was the correct one. I agree with you.

Too many take the ‘Not my problem’ route.

What exactly do you mean by that?

The end result is usually pretty horrible. Most the the violently insane as well as serial killers and the like, were victims of abuse. Anyone that has been abused has their own chamber of horrors inside their head. Its not the violence that is as shocking as the cruelty it represents.

Never turn your back on a child who you believe to be abused.

I remember it started in kindergarten (earliest I can remember anyway). My mom sitting on top of me, I was on the floor, and she would cover my mouth and nose with her hand until I passed out.
I can still remember screaming and our little wiener dogs getting all excited and biting me on the face while it was happening.
One day we were in the basement doing this, and there was a door to the back yard there, and it was left open. A small boy came in and saw what has happening and all I cound was yell at him to leave.

When I got older, it evolved into what she actually called “stomping into the ground”, because that is how it started. She would knock me on my back and then start kicking and stomping, then she would get on top of me and start choking me and spitting in my face, all they while saying “you knowwhat people do when they hate someone, they spit in your face!” and then she would spit and scream she hates me. She would continue to choke me until I passed out, and would come around to her slapping me in face and asking for an answer to a question I missed when I was out.
I remember riding home on the bus every day, with a knot in my stomache, sick with worry about what I was going to get in trouble for when I got home. I hated christmas break and never complained about being sick so I did not have to stay home.

This went on until I moved out at 18. It became less frequent when I had turned like 15, but still happened every now and then.

For a while after I moved out, she told me that if I did not forgive her for what I was doing, I was going to go to hell (yes, after she found religion when I was in the 4th grade, she started saying it was because I had a demon in me).

Now she has admitted to me while she was crying that she was wrong and asked me to forgive her, to which I told her I already had a long time ago.

I am happily married (10 years now) with two beautiful daughters, one 8 and the other (step daughter, but still my baby) 13. The only issue I have is I am not sure where the middle ground is between to easy to hard on them. They are, after all girls, and I cannot bring myself to be too hard on them.

I blamed myself when I was a kid, and now I am not sure who to blame, but it certainly is not the “worlds” fault.

“promoting these blanket or sock parties sounds like a nice healthy way to deal with your anger… why don’t you just go for a long walk or something?”

I do run and lift weights for 1.5hrs x 5 days a week. No anger here bud. I just rage on GEARS of War! haha
I could get on a blog and rant pointless text to release me anger at the world. That seems to work for some people here. cough…Emer…cough…ild…cough
;-)