I come from a family of five. I am the eldest of the three children. My family emigrated from Aberdeen, Scotland in 1974.
My father not only worked for himself, he held two other jobs. He was a workaholic.
We were a well to do family, however my upbringing was full of violent, physical and emotional abuse from the age of four years old. This continued on a daily basis till I left home at the age of 15.
The emotional abuse continued over the next 25 years. I was what my father termed, "A SIMPLETON".
My battered body had been conditioned not to feel pain over those first 15 years of my life. The old saying, "I will give you something to cry about," stopped me from crying at an early age. You become immune to the pain and stand with 'mute silence', not understanding the punishment I was receiving.
