Hello, my name is Pamela Stallings, I am 50 years old, and live in the ABSOLUTE backwoods of Delta, Alabama. I am manic depressive, bi-polar, borderline schizophrenia, and anxiety, and have had suicidal tendencies just to start it off.
I have aggressive rheumatoid arthritis, psoriatic arthritis, chronic pain due to a tree falling on me and crushing my spine, I just had my right kidney removed because of kidney cancer, restless leg syndrome. I am the mother of 2 and grandmother to 1 little girl and wife of 30 years and going stronger.
I was raised in a very abusive home with beatings regularly. Parents that never told me that they loved me or gave me hugs and kisses. I had 3 brothers growing up but I was never able to have a childhood because I had to raise my brothers. I used to think that my baby brother was my baby because from the moment that he came home from the hospital, he stayed in my bedroom and I was the one that got up with him giving him his feedings and changing his diapers and getting him to sleep, taking care of him all day, bathing him, EVERYTHING!! My Mother was HORRIBLE!!! One time she told me that it was my fault because her life was ruined!! I RUINED HER LIFE!!! Because of me, she had to marry my Dad and ended up with 3 more boys after me!! She told me that I made her life a living hell!! WHAT MOTHER TELLS THEIR CHILD THAT?? And growing up, my brothers were GOLDEN!!! THEY DID NO WRONG!!! If anything went wrong I got the beatings, not spankings but flat out BEATINGS!!!
At the age of 13, I was left at home watching my 3 brothers while my parents were off riding the Harley with their gang and partying getting drunk and doing drugs. I had just gotten my brothers to bed and was sitting on the porch for a while when 3 guys I didn't know grabbed me and gang RAPPED me. When they were finished, I was so terrified and scared and didn't want to be there so I went up the street and climbed the fence of the community pool and tried to wash the filth off of me. When all of the sudden I heard my parents coming up the road on the bike. I tried to beat them to them home but couldn't run fast enough. When I walked in the house, they didn't even let me explain or tell them what had happened! My Dad had a leather belt and went to swinging at me. He beat me from head to toe, front and back, drawing blood. My Mother was running around with a bar of soap yelling "I'LL FIND OUT IF THE LITTLE ***** HAS BEEN DOING ANYTHING!!!" After they passed out, I ran away to my grandparents house and showed them what my Dad had done. They called DHR out there and filed a complaint against them and got temporary custody of me. But when my Dad found out, he got me from them and up and moved us away from there, and I never got to see them again. My life was ALWAYS PURE HELL, PAIN, AND TORTURE!!
Well that is enough about
me for now. If you want to know anything more just ask and I will tell. I look forward to making some great friends here. And thank you for giving us all a place to go to get help from others who truly understand what we are going through.
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