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I was adopted at 6 weeks of age into an affluent dysfunctional family. My mother favoured my brother from the beginning. There was rarely a lost opportunity for her to hold me face down on the kitchen floor and whip me with the retractable kettle cord until my young skin would reveal large red welts across my buttocks.
I was adopted at 6 weeks of age into an affluent dysfunctional family. My mother favoured my brother from the beginning. There was rarely a lost opportunity for her to hold me face down on the kitchen floor and whip me with the retractable kettle cord until my young skin would reveal large red welts across my buttocks.
If it wasn't the kettle cord it would be a wooden spoon until it broke. If it wasn't a wooden spoon it would be anything that she felt justified to hit me with. Nothing was allowed to be said. My brother heard my cries. Those bullying hits didn't happen while my father was present and all was "hunky dory" to the outside world.
When I grew to about 17 years of age the physical hits changed to emotional hits and they persistently continued for many more years.
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I experienced 2 breakdowns and for 6 months haemorrhaged from the uterus UNTIL I reached out to God for His help. It was by then my final call. I knew I needed Him. I had exhausted all avenues of human effort.
God healed my haemorrhaging but then still being in desperate emotional turmoil I asked Him to be my personal Saviour. I was 30 years of age.
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Everything is good now.
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Everything is good now.
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Christ is all in all to me !!!
Kim.
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