***PHOTOS BELOW ARE NOT OF ME. THEY ARE ONLY TO SHOW WHAT SOME OF THE BEATINGS I ENDURED WERE SIMILAR TO. MANY BEATINGS WERE MUCH WORSE THAN THESE. AGAIN, THESE PHOTOS ARE NOT OF ME.***
Without a doubt, hands-down, my monster, I mean my mother. I was never spanked by my dad. The monster was the executioner. My monster was a narcissistic/sociopathic evil person. She was my adopted monster. I never got a spanking. I got a beating. Ninety-eight percent of the beatings I received were uncalled for. She was pissed off at my dad, for his cheating, and she took her anger out on me. I have no photos of what I physically had, but I sure have some that were close enough. These are not me, however, this is what my back has looked like, and worse after the monster used switches and belts w/buckle on me like torture. This was in the 1960s & ’70s. There were no child protective services at that time. I endured this in silence and lied about what caused the wounds. The wounds went from shoulders, waist, butt, and legs. Any wonder why I hated the woman? I live with the nerve damage to my skin and endured it as I am now 64 years old and will for the rest of my life. My back, waist, butt, and legs were worse than this when monster discovered I was gay in 1970. I had huge open wounds, cuts, scrapes and massive bruises covering my body. No one ever saw these.