Excerpt #4: A Ruined Life:The Aftermath

    The abuse I suffered during those years ruined the social scene for me forever. I was made to be afraid of facing a crowd of people back then, and I still can't. Because of those terrifying years of being shamed, I can no longer function in the real world...almost sixty years later in spite of a fortune spent on therapy! Just what happened to the kid who sang in the church choir and loved to be around people?  Where did he go?  Is he still inside of me? I know he has to be somewhere in there, but where?

Anyways, why can't I reach him and pull him back up? Why has this mentally distorted dysfunctional waste of space, me, stuck around while the bright little boy stays buried deep inside. I'll tell you why: that's what my parents wanted.