I can remember my father coming home drunk and breaking all of the TVs in the house. My mother would come out of her face and call my father a bald-headed bastard. When I was growing up, my parents both had some serious issues that needed to be dealt with. I left the abuse behind when I entered the system at the age of 12. I was around 7 years old when my father started abusing me sexually. I had a feeling that what my father was doing was wrong, but he always told me he did the things he did because he loved me. Some days when my mother would go out, I would lock myself in the bathroom until she came home.
I can remember hiding in the bathroom when I was small, scared that my father was going to touch me in places where I did not feel comfortable.
