I've always wanted to share this story, but man, its hard! I mean, where do I even start? I wanted to write a blog about what happened to me as a child because not only will I know it'll be a cathartic outlet but I'd love to be able to inspire someone else to tell their story. It began so long ago that I don't even remember when it started. My mum met a man when I was about 3 years old after splitting up with my father. He was originally from Scotland but was working in Kent as a Taxi Driver. He moved in relatively quickly into our family home with my mum, my two brothers and me. Like I said I don't know when the abuse even started but right from the beginning I was his 'little girl' and rarely had any contact with my own Father. Overall my childhood was emotionally distressing, we were warm, clothed and fed but my mother was emotionally abusive and quite violent. Looking back all she ever did was scream and shout as us almost as if we were just an inconveni...