Transcending My Father's Abuse - by Valerie - Val's Pals
One day, when I was four or five, my dad told me to wash my hands, and I refused. There’s a blank in my memory for the next ten or fifteen minutes. The next thing I remember is my dad saying: “我现在会数到三。如果你不听，我会打你。” I’m going to count to three right now. If you don’t listen, I’m going to hit you. My dad often said that to me as I was growing up. Whenever I disobeyed, he’d start counting, and I would eventually obey. But this time, I wasn’t willing to wash my hands, so my dad hit me after he reached the number three. Afterwards, he apologized to me, saying that he didn’t want to hit me. He just didn’t know another way to get me to wash my hands. When I was nine or ten years old, I alternated between writing the number 2 with a loop and writing the number with a horizontal bottom. One time, my dad yelled at me for twenty minutes for my inconsistencies in writing the digit. During high school, I’d be listening to music when my dad would start raising his voice at my mom, and I'd put on head
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