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Child Abuse:Psychological Incest

CHILD ABUSE: PSYCHOLOGICAL INCEST. Didn't I clap when you wanted me to and smile when I felt like crying, and eat more through it all for love's sake? Didn't I cry when I should have run away? I washed your dishes, cooked your food, and cleaned your home trapped like a spider in a web. I stayed until the bitter end. There were many times I could have thought great thoughts if only you had allowed me to express them in those dark paneled walls where the hand-me-down floor rug now is tattered it is so old and rotten. Didn't you drain every ounce of my blood down the sink, eat my soul, let it run into the gutter like so much garbage? I loved you and blocked out the memory. Why didn't you wad me up, and toss me away? At least then I would have known where I was. Janet Marie Bingham

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