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>Yeah it is hon. She was along with her brothers and >sisters were abused as kids plain and simple. You >can't call it anything but. Any "spanking" that >leaves bruises or draws blood, is not a punishment, >it's abuse. She said she never got a whoopin from her >Daddy that didn't leave her black and blue and several >times when she got switched from her Momma she would >have blood running down the backs of her legs. >Fortunately (I guess) she didn't have much trouble >hiding the bruises, welts and scars because the girls >weren't allowed to wear shorts, even in summer. They >had to wear long pants or a long dress at home and >they had to wear long dresses everywhere else. They >went which was usually just church or the store. > >It's not surprising that she was so terribly strict >with Momma and my Aunt and unfortunately I got a >couple of beatings from her and so did my Cousin >Cassie. > >When I was six, I was at her house visiting and Momma >had to leave for a while. Granny got mad at me and >dragged me by the ear, outside to the willow tree in >her back yard. She broke off a switch and made me take >my shorts and panties off right there in the back >yard. She held me by my left arm and proceeded to whip >the hell out of me. She not only whipped my bare butt >and backs of my legs all the way down to my calves, >but because I was moving around so much and >struggling, she also hit my back, my right arm and >even the front of my legs. Then when she finished, she >broke the switch and went in the house, leaving me >laying in the back yard bawling. When Momma got back, >she read Granny the riot act and told her she better >never take a switch to one of her kids again or she'd >never see us again. She wouldn't leave us at her house >anymore after that. About a year later, she did >babysit us at home while Momma and Daddy went out to >dinner to celebrate their anniversary. Everything was >fine for a while, but she started getting impatient. >She had put my brother and sister to bed and then she >got really impatient with me and told me to take a >bath and get to bed. So I didn't want to push my luck >and I went to take my bath. While I was in the tub >washing up, I touched myself and it felt good so I >started to do it. She barged into the bathroom to tell >me to hurry up and caught me. She completely lost it. >She started yelling at me telling me I was a filthy >little girl and was going to hell. She dragged me up >by the arm and smacked my face, then dragged me out of >the tub and started spanking me, first standing >holding me by the arm and then over her knee still >dripping wet. She literally beat my butt black and >blue and the backs of my thighs too. Screaming at me >telling me I was a dirty girl and a sinner and that >sinners burn in hell and so forth. She stopped >spanking me and started drying me off roughly as I was >screaming, smacking me on the butt and legs telling me >to be quiet and threatened to smack my mouth if I >didn't shut up, as she dried me off. Then she dragged >me naked to my bedroom, spanked me some more and then >made me put on a nightgown and panties and put me to >bed. I was still in bed laying on my stomach and >crying when Momma and Daddy got home. I could hear >Momma talking to Granny in the living room and Daddy >came to check on me. He heard me crying sat down with >me and asked me what was wrong. Then picked me up and >sat me on his lap and I told him, "Granny gave me a >whoopin'" He was rocking me a little and asked why. I >didn't really know what to say, but I tried to explain >the best I could at the age seven, but I didn't >understand myself. I said, "I was taking a bath and >she said I was being nasty and would go to Hell. Then >she started whoopin me." He hadn't seen my face yet >where she had slapped me because I was snuggled >against him. He cuddled me tight and patted my bottom >and I cried out, "Ow DADDY IT HURTS!" he had me lay >back down and said, "Let me see, and pulled my >nightgown up and panties down and saw the bruises on >my butt and legs, and he said, "Oh lord, Barbie, you >better come in her right now, you need to see this." >and he covered me up. Momma and Daddy never call each >other by their first name and hearing how upset Daddy >was really scared me, I started bawling. Momma came to >my room and asked what was wrong, Daddy said, "Your >mother beat the hell out of Sonya tonight, take a >look." Momma uncovered me and then said, "Oh my God, >picked me up holding me and said, "MOMMA GET IN HERE >NOW!" When Granny came to my room, Momma said, "What >in the hell have you done to my Baby?" Granny said, "I >gave her a whippin because she was mast...." but she >never finished because Momma put me down, got up and >grabbed her shoving her out of my bedroom and slammed >her against the wall in the hall. She was irate, >screaming at Granny and pushed her out of the hall and >into the living room. Daddy sat back down with me >holding and rocking me while Momma was screaming at >Granny in the living room. I was crying and >apologizing because I thought all this was my fault. >He sat on the bed rocking me trying to comfort me, >then heard my brother and sister both crying. He was >concerned that she might have hurt them too and told >me, "Look Baby Girl, I'm gonna lay you back down for a >minute I need to go check on Bubba and Sissy, I >crawled under the covers. I was scared but I was also >worried about them too. I put my pillow over my head >because the yelling was scaring me and minute or so >later, Daddy was back and he picked me up into his >arms again rocking me and told me, "Bubba and Sissy >are ok, they were just scared by all the yelling". The >yelling finally stopped and Momma came back to my >room. She said, "Allen, would you drive Momma home, I >can't." He lay me back on the bed, got up and hugged >her tight and said, "I'll do it honey," and then said, >"It's all gonna be ok." He came back over to me and >kissed me on the head and said, "I'll be back in a >little while Baby Girl." Then he left. I heard him >tell Granny, "I'm taking you home, let's go." Momma >sat down on the bed, she was upset and crying. I >crawled into her lap, and said, "It's all my fault >Momma." Then said, "Granny said, I was dirty and I'm >going to hell. What did I do that was so bad?" She >started hugging me tight and said, "Oh Baby, you >didn't do anything wrong at all. Your Granny is just a >crazy old woman and I promise you, I'm never gonna let >her hurt you again." She sat and rocked me and we both >cried together until I fell asleep in her arms. We >ended up skipping church the next morning because it >was such an intense night, none of us got much sleep. > >It was months before I would see Granny again, and >Momma never left us alone with her after that night. I >love my Granny and I know she has problems, but I will >never trust her. Nor will I ever leave her alone with >my kids. We did visit her on a Mother's Day and after >we got back home, I was feeling a little stressed, so >I decided to watch a little tv. Mark turned in a >little early because he'd have to go to work early the >next morning and the kids were already in bed because >it was a School Night. As I was watching a video and >starting to relax, my then eight year old daughter >came into the living room because she couldn't sleep >and was a little upset she'd had a bad dream. I let >her climb up in my lap and snuggle with me. While we >were snuggling, she said, "Momma, I love Great Granny, >but, sometimes she scares me." I asked, "Why Baby >Girl? Did she say something that scared you?" she >said, "I don't know. She just scares me sometimes." I >started tearing up and said, "She scares me sometimes >too Baby Girl." Then I hugged my little girl tight. > >Bruises and cuts heal and even physical scars will >fade with time, but emotional scars last a lifetime.

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