February 14, 2004

• Tasha asked: "What started this? I am curious on how it all started. Usually it is a trigger from Childhood."

  
  

  This is Stormie Leigh. I'll try to answer that question.

  
  

  Stormy was born an unplanned and unwanted child. Her mother was knocked out and didn't even see her until she was 12 hours old and her father was sitting in a bar, drunk, when she was born. She was greeted by two aunts when she was born. Two very mean and nasty aunts, I might add.

  
  

  There are pictures of Stormy laying on piles of plastic on the floor when she is a baby, crying so we can only imagine what her babyhood was like. I didn't come into the picture until she was two, when her uncle molested her.

  
  

  Stormy's parents had orgy parties where the parents would bring their children and all the children would be made to strip and stand in the center of the room and the adults would then pick what kid they wanted to have with them. The only one that didn't participate in this was Stormy's dad, but he didn't protect her from it either. He would leave and go get drunk.

  
  

  Stormy's parents divorced when she was young and she was passed around her father's family like a bad holiday fruitcake. No one really wanted her, but when they had her, they used her in all sorts of ways. All three uncles and their wives, save one wife, used Stormy for sexual gratification, molesting her over and over again and they used her for slave labor. Stormy was cooking and cleaning before she was seven years old.

  
  

  By the age of seven she was playing the role of housewife whenever she was with her father (every way but the sex part)! She had to cook and clean, draw his baths, lay out his clothes, clean the house, do it all and go to school. She never played with children her age because she didn't have the time. She was constantly working and if she didn't get things done right she got beat unmercifully.

  
  

  When she was being molested or beaten me and the others stepped in and pushed her out so she didn't have to feel the pain. We protected her. We've been with her for all her life. I was the first. The others came later.

  
  

  I won't go into graphic details, but there were times it was surprizing that the body did not die on us. We are all lucky we survived.

  
  

  Stormy's mother held control over her until she left in 1992 with her three children to go to Kentucky, but then she still had a kind of control over her, just as she does now. Her mother followed her to Kentucky and reigned control over her there as well.

  
  

  These days there is still a type of control and Stormy, along with the rest of us are afraid she'll never be free from the control, even after the bitch dies.

  
  

  Stormy is working her way through the memories now. We give her memories that she knows nothing about because we were the ones that went through the events and pushed her out. She has to know about them though and it hurts us to show her, but she has to face her past to heal and get on with her life.

  
  

  It's hard. It's very hard.

  
  

   

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