My mum had gone off somewhere. I was 8 years old. It was cold outside, winter but the sun was shining in. The walls were yellow and there was condensation dripping from the walls and ceiling. I had on a thin dress or nightie, can't remember....He started to put his hands on me, I didn't like it so I rolled over. I felt all hot and sticky. I was confused. He wasn't my dad, he had been sleeping with my mum all night, I think he was doing 'things' to her.....
He turned me back over and put his hand inside my dress, I tried to turn over again. He asked me if I didn't love him. He made me feel bad, guilty.
All I remember after that is getting out the front door of the van and running up a hill, I stayed til mum came back, I was freezing cold.

My t says I have disossiative amnesia, he messed with my mind so much, he was a hypnotist and a psychologist. It's all coming back in dribs and drabs, this is my earliest memory of abuse, I think I may have posted this before, sorry if I'm repeating myself......

Jin