To raise the bar a cunt hair:
I was two and one night heard noise, I climbed out of my cot and found my parents screaming at each other, he was about to hit her (again) and she told me to get the fire poker, so’s he’d stop hitting her, I did. So he kicked shit out of me instead.
The time she threw her shoe at him and it broke the glass in the front door, her drunk on the floor, my sis & I making sugar sandwiches cos we were hungry and him coming home to smack her about again.
She left, ran away with his ‘best’ mate-which she justified later as ‘cos he was so violent’ thinks: cheers you cunt-leaving my sis & I with a violent dad
So a year in a kids home, (read Orphanage or living hell) beaten by older kids, dorm leaders, care workers for crying, not crying, not trying hard enough, trying too hard, essentially for breathing. Or, maybe, just for being there.
Then back home to dad, with another family there to ‘care for us’ they made me drink ‘boiled rat’ if I wet the bed…I was three-pushing four at this point (BTW the boiled rat was stock cubes & boiling water, this I found out MUCH later)
If I fucked up in any way-as kids do, I was made to stand in a darkened room while they piled shit on me; coats, bags of spuds, bags of coal etc. and if I dropped anything they were then justified in beating me. Oh, and I had to wear a blindfold too while they at jabbed me with sticks.
I could go on, but its over, what I did learn is not to do this shit to others.

Length? 15 yrs ‘til I fucked off.
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 8:33, Reply)