
From as early as I remember (before my adoption) I was subjected to emotional, psychological, verbal and physical abuse by my foster mom who later became my adopted mom. Both parents drank alcohol daily and believed in corporal punishment. My father hit me also. But not nearly as bad as she did. And she constantly put me down, let me know I wasn't good enough.
My worst beating occured during the summer I was 13. My mother beat me with a board so badly that my backside was black & blue from top to bottom and side to side. I had difficulty sitting down for several days. One friend saw the bruises, but I swore her to secrecy. All she could say was, "Oh my God, Robin!"
Police officers came to my junior high. They asked me if my parents hit me; did I had any bruises & could I show them. Fortunately, I didn't have any bruises. "Fortunately". Of course I denied that my parents hit me. I was scared to death that when my parents found out I'd 'really get it!'
I got pregnant at 16 by the only boy I'd ever dated. My adopted mom told me I was a "tramp & a whore, just like your mother!"
Two days after my dad died, my mom disowned me by leaving a message on my voice mail.