In the corner

 So, this morning, one of my stuffies fell in the corner by my bed...for me to reach it, I literally had to put my nose in the corner and reach in to grab it....

Putting my nose in that corner, triggered a memory....

There was this little girl, she just couldn't seem to do anything right.  She was always in trouble, being scolded for something, being beat for something, being humiliated for something....her "dad" had a variety of methods for punishment, but the one she hated the most, was "having to stand with her nose pressed into a corner"....

I know that does not sound so bad, lots of kids were made to stand in a corner when they are bad, or their behavior is undesirable.  But the little girls discipline was more extreme.

Her dad would grab her by the hair on her head, drag her to the corner, push her face up against the wall, and then pull down her pants and panties.  She would have to stand there, with her pants down, for inordinate amounts of time...in a room where her sister, mother and baby brother would see her.

As she was standing there, he would throw empty beer cans at her, he would throw trash at her, he would walk by and slap her butt so hard...but if she whimpered or cried, then he would use his belt....he would stick his fingers inside her, to hurt her....

It was only when he would finally pass out from his drunkeness, that her mother would tell her to go to her room....many times her mother was not even home...so she would have to stand there until her legs and feet fell asleep, then she would curl up in a ball on the floor....she would sleep.

Mercifully, he did not put her in the corner very often, only when he was feeling "playful"...

She never saw her sister get put in a corner, and her brother was too little...it was only her, because she was so bad and naughty.....she did not know the correct way to act or behave so she was punished regularly....and she was punished severely, but never in a way that people on the outside could see, and even if they could, they would not have cared anyway because "she must have been a very naughty girl"......

S, sophee

I let her have this memory,  it started coming so I let it....now you get to deal with her depression....7