I'm a nurse with 30 years of watching people die, seeing body parts in strange positions and being sent in to look after some of the worst criminals that walk this planet, because no one in their right mind would let a female nurse near them and I happen to be bald and ugly.
But when I first started on Fanda Eagles I was disgusted, angry and relieved. Disgusted because I'd spent the last 30 years believeing I was the only one who had been abused, while all my fellow MKs had a wonderful childhood. Angry that my father had lied to me, NTM had lied to me. And relieved that finally I wasn't alone.
As I dug deeper in to what had been going on, even I with my career felt phsyically sick and disturbed. This was supposed to be a wonderful christian childhood, but it was just pervert after paedophile, raping, beating, bending our minds, breaking us, locking us up in rooms, dragging us before the Sunday congregation and humliating us till we cried and broke down. I sought out the company of my dog and bicycle and when I came back from climbing the hills for hours, I spoke to a professional counsellor. I cried on my wifes shoulder and I played my music loud, then I went cycling with the hound again.
I've worked mostly through my anger and what I want to achieve now is justice and resolution. To that end I will use what time I have available to me to do that. Not just justice for myself, but for the countless others who are wandering through this life aimless, angry, confused and not coping.
Standing up for what is right is not without cost. I now have an almost unrepairable relationship with my parents, but I have regained the freedom of my mind and made some wonderful friends along the way and it's not a bad swap.
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