not my picture…
In a forgotten childhood, we’d, come to visit, and, what we’d discovered shocked us, because we don’t remember EVER been mistreated like so…
In a forgotten childhood, I’d, lived, I couldn’t, recall a single THING that happened, no matter how hard I’d tried, I just, kept, forgetting the things I was, supposed to remember.
And that lasted, all the way, into my adulthood years, I’d, lived in, a forgotten childhood, for all these years! In a forgotten childhood, the facts of your rape, incest, abuse and neglect were kept, bottled up, and, there’s no use confronting those who hurt you about it, ‘cuz they’ll just deny everything, said that you’d, imagined it, that it’d, never happened!
not my picture still…
In a forgotten childhood, I’d, grown up, shielded, by my own, BAD short-term memories (and ironically, my brain scan from god knows when showed, that memory is one of my strongest suits!!!), and it was, my BAD short-term memories, that’s, helped me, survived, through my own childhood abuse and neglect, and now, I’m, all grown up…
In a forgotten childhood, you will NEVER live as I’d done, because I know how it felt, to be victimized, to be, blamed for things that aren’t your fault, to get, raped again, and again, and again, and in a world, where your cries, are, unheard!
Life, the Obstacle Course 