Post by Gabby Showers on May 15, 2011 19:57:40 GMT -5
Diary Entry 1
Monitored by Therapist Candice Bauer
Mr. Showers says I have to see a doctor now. He thinks it will be good and help me learn to cope with my past. At first I didn't know what he meant, I thought that he was just going to drop me off and leave again. But he didn't...he came back! I think he's going to be my new daddy...I sure hope so. He lets me sleep in his bed, but not like my old daddy did. My old daddy did things...my doctor says that I'm supposed to write down everything that pops into my head when I have this book with me. She said that it would help me move on and cope. The adults sure do use that word a lot, cope. I looked it up in the dictionary while daddy was working with patience and I was in his office. The word is a little funny...I really don't understand the meaning all that much, and when I asked daddy he couldn't tell me either....well he did...but it all just sounded strange.
I wonder if daddy will read this. The lady at the doctor's office said that he wouldn't, but I'm pretty sure he will anyway. My daddy always finds a way to get what he wants...always. I have nightmares about him... nightmares that seem so real. He hurts me...like he used to...but I don't cry. Big girls aren't supposed to cry and daddy always told me that children are meant to be seen not heard. That means I am supposed to be as quiet as possible and not say anything.
People get mad when I say what I think...or when I try and tell someone about daddy. No one believes me. And now daddy makes me promise not to say anything...or I get beat. He tells people that I'm a liar...and liars go to Hell...does that mean I'm going to Hell? I don't want to go to Hell. I read the Bible and Hell's where bad people go...I guess that means I am bad too.
Uh-oh...time for bed now...I don't wanna get in trouble, I'll write more tomorrow.
Gabby Getz
Monitored by Therapist Candice Bauer
Mr. Showers says I have to see a doctor now. He thinks it will be good and help me learn to cope with my past. At first I didn't know what he meant, I thought that he was just going to drop me off and leave again. But he didn't...he came back! I think he's going to be my new daddy...I sure hope so. He lets me sleep in his bed, but not like my old daddy did. My old daddy did things...my doctor says that I'm supposed to write down everything that pops into my head when I have this book with me. She said that it would help me move on and cope. The adults sure do use that word a lot, cope. I looked it up in the dictionary while daddy was working with patience and I was in his office. The word is a little funny...I really don't understand the meaning all that much, and when I asked daddy he couldn't tell me either....well he did...but it all just sounded strange.
I wonder if daddy will read this. The lady at the doctor's office said that he wouldn't, but I'm pretty sure he will anyway. My daddy always finds a way to get what he wants...always. I have nightmares about him... nightmares that seem so real. He hurts me...like he used to...but I don't cry. Big girls aren't supposed to cry and daddy always told me that children are meant to be seen not heard. That means I am supposed to be as quiet as possible and not say anything.
People get mad when I say what I think...or when I try and tell someone about daddy. No one believes me. And now daddy makes me promise not to say anything...or I get beat. He tells people that I'm a liar...and liars go to Hell...does that mean I'm going to Hell? I don't want to go to Hell. I read the Bible and Hell's where bad people go...I guess that means I am bad too.
Uh-oh...time for bed now...I don't wanna get in trouble, I'll write more tomorrow.
Gabby Getz