Leaving The Child Behind. Recovery From Child Abuse.

Written by Fatimah Musa


I looked at my father forrepparttar last time before he was finally laid to rest. And I said to myself, "I forgive you father". I have forgiven him but I have not forgottenrepparttar 128577 turmoil, terror and abuse that I went through. My father was working away most ofrepparttar 128578 time when I was growing up. But when he was home, he was violent. I remembered crying inrepparttar 128579 middle ofrepparttar 128580 night listening to him beating up my mother. I could hear her sobs. And I wept because I could not do anything about it. I was terrified of him. We were not supposed to do any thing wrong according to his terms. When I was six years old he pushed my head so hard ontorepparttar 128581 floor. I still haverepparttar 128582 scar on my forehead. When my mother was diagnosed with depression,repparttar 128583 four of us siblings had to move and we lived with him. He hired someone to take care of us while he was away at work. There was so much fear in us when he was back. My father was so angry with one of my brother’s one day that he turned him upside down and wanted to throw him off. I watched that episode with horror. From then on, I tried not to make any mistake. I wept inside because he did not want to hear any whimper. And I continued watching him vent his anger onrepparttar 128584 rest of my siblings. When my father divorced my mother, I did not know how to feel or react. My mother was back with us but her depression kept relapsing. We were neglected. I found solace from friends at school. I enjoyed reading stories and literature. I spent my time inrepparttar 128585 school library. There was no home sweet home. My mother could not take care of me. My father took me away to live with his new family. It did not work out. I was sent to a welfare home. I did not deserve to be abandoned but I was helpless. I was mad with my father. I was not angry with my mother but I just did not understand why she had to be sick. Until recently, I did not want to admit that my childhood affected me emotionally and mentally. I have broughtrepparttar 128586 memories of bygone age along into my daily existence.

Guess who else has a problem with confidence?

Written by Jo Ball


When I tell you what I heard you’ll be able to laugh at what you believe is your own lack of confidence.

I couldn’t believe it. Sunday, in a queue, in my local food-store an Olympic athlete stood behind me, chatting to another Olympic athlete. I looked atrepparttar contents of my shopping cart and wondered, which item I could get them to autograph! That is until I overheard them talking…

You see, I thought only you and me suffered from confidence problems. I thought we wererepparttar 128576 only ones who’d looked at a guy and thought he’d never feel attracted to a women like us. I thought we wererepparttar 128577 only ones who felt unworthy of going forrepparttar 128578 better job. I thought we wererepparttar 128579 only ones who over ate. I thought we wererepparttar 128580 only ones who talked ourselves down and felt like we don’t deserve anything nice. But what I discovered is that we’re not.

Standing in that queue on Sunday taught me that an Olympic athlete hasrepparttar 128581 gold medal of lowest confidence, and, to be honest she can have it!

And then on Monday I get an email from a friend who has moved intorepparttar 128582 boardroom – a top level job, for which she’s been given allrepparttar 128583 perks. When I asked her how it was going she said, “I feel like a fifteen year-old in an adult’s playground. They’ll find me out any minute. They’ll see I’m no good.” Then I heard this…

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