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I’ve never considered myself “abused”.
I always had a bed to sleep in, clothes on my back and food in my stomach.
I can count on one hand the number of times that I was spanked.
But, the more I thought about it, the more long forgotten memories came flooding back.
Hours spent alone in my bathroom as punishment for some small transgression. [I got smart and started hiding books in my bathroom cabinet]
Months of hardcore grounding [ie, no tv, no phone, no reading, no visits with friends] for things that actually only deserved a couple of weeks of punishment.
more.
