Inside/Outside by Jenny Hayworth Can Only Be Understood Through Reading Her Story... Added to My Top Ten for 2014...
I dealt with it by withdrawing even more into the fantasy world I had developed in my head. 1923 - The day my mother died, I went to bed with a knife, and he never bothered me again... Learned from her relative... Born 1965 8 years old - I remember my Pop as a quiet man, withdrawn even, and the smell of the smoke from his pipe clung to him like a second skin. He would sit with the radio held up against his ear listening to the horse and dog races for hours. When I think of my Pop, I automatically think of the bathroom in his house in Perth...My brother and I would be at the house to visit our grandparents, but I don't know where my Nana or mother would be...My brother and I would be taken into that bathroom, and that was where the main abuse occurred. Sometimes we would be put in a few inches of water, and I clearly remember sitting in the water with it getting cold and getting goose bumps whilst my brother was being sexually abused. Sometimes I would get out o...