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Dec 28, 2008
 You're so welcome, touched2mysoul...so glad my site helps you
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

There are many who can relate to your story, including me. In my case, it was usually my drunken father who shattered our Christmases, both figuratively and literally. But as I've written on this site before, I have never allowed those terrible memories to taint my Christmases now. I'm so glad you found a way to help create wonderful memories for your children. I do hope you and yours are having a a wonderful holiday season.

Thank you for sharing another story with my visitors and me.

Darlene Barriere
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir
Dec 28, 2008
 Witnessed punishments and Christmas memories
by: Scott Canada

Yup....make each Christmas a calm,happy and loving experience for your family.Trying hard to keep memories of Christmas past at bay.I find if I don't transfer that anxiety to the future generation than they wont have a clue.I'm the only one with these memories,Twisting my brain like a pretzel,Though I know I am not.And its not easy when the kids are fighting amongst themselves like a pack of wolves.As siblings can.Its like suffering in silence.The first many Christmases after fathers death were bad.But over enough years those memories are replaced with your new ones.The good ones I made on purpose.I fought hard for those good ones.I tried extremely hard.I believe if a person gets enough years of these homemade good memories in,than eventually those are the ones easiest to remember.Eventually that chest crushing,run out of the room anxiety will subside and you might find yourself totally relaxed.Believe me,I'm still working on this.I wrote on my page about witnessing beatings.Just hearing them scared me to death as a child.Wondering am I next.I suffered a few bathroom punishments at an aunts house so I can relate to the unusual feelings with bathtub beatings.I would like to add more someday about witnessed beatings of other children as I grew up,a teenager.I already wrote about it.I can relate.Be well and take care.
Dec 29, 2008
 Meaning of things.
by: Scott N.S. Canada

Ive decided that listing every single witnessed event of corporal punishment would serve no useful purpose. Though it would help explain its effect on me on into my teenage years.The point I would like to make is the effect it has on certain places.My nephew for instance was sick at school a number of years ago. I was the only one available to go down and pick him up.I cant count the times that I successfully avoided this.But,there was no way out of it this time.Visiting the old elementary school where I was abused was hard.Just the drive was dreaded.I had hoped he might be waiting outside for me,no luck.I had to park and stand on weak,trembling legs and almost crawl into that school.I got to the office and two women there looked at me strangely.My nephew had vomit all over himself.I had to stay there and take off his boots and snow suite.I nearly passed out.I was so glad to get out of there. Now this leads me to something that you wrote about,your mothers use of bathtub beatings.I witnessed nothing on the scale you have,but my aunt had a habit if you will of smacking our backsides in the tub during bath.We splashed too much or something.Now to this day if I visit my aunts house I try to avoid the bathroom.That room in her house now has a negative,embarrassing feeling for me. There are many places now for me that bring back these memories.Perhaps they are flashbacks.Its terrible that a person cant just go through their adulthood free.The abuse is over yet their are many places and things that trigger anxiety.Doors I hate to open,rooms that I avoid,and objects like belts,ropes,and bathtubs.Its like being trapped.Their everywhere.Inatomite objects. Sounds can trigger certain fears,like overhearing someone reprimanding their child,someone jokingly snapping their belt.To others this means nothing.I,to this day will not sit at the end of the table where my father would always sit.The head of the table.Ill eat in another room first.Its just a table,right? i wont visit the house where a childhood friend was beaten by his mother.Sad really.
Dec 30, 2008
 A monster for a mother
by: Francine

I'm sorry about that your mom ruined Christmas by beating your brother. Even that bathtub beating is so out of line. Have you and your brother tried counselling yet? If not, please do cuz you both need help. Good luck!
Jan 08, 2009
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by: Anonymous

I DONT LIKE YOUR MOM! grrr.
sorry about what happend

sighned:12 year old:)

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