“Can I play with the dolls now please Nan?” Caroline asked gently. “Yes with pleasure” nan replied. Caroline sat still for five minutes a little bit closer to our group playing cards and then gingerly said “where is it Nan?” As she clutched the one doll she’d been allowed to play with. “Where’s what?” Nan asked sighing like she'd been stopped mid way to picking up fifty pounds. “The pleasure?” Caroline replied innocently unaware of what it was she was saying. This story was retold by Nan many times when someone asked about Caroline to point out how unwell mentally she was and why she was under whichever punishment nan had designated for her at the time. Caroline had no mental problems. She had a stutter because she had been scared so much as a child. Unfortunately the story sums up how nan was with girls perfectly. There was no pleasure.” MemoirChild AbuseAdoptionAutobiographyViolence Against WomenPsychopathKillerFoster CareChild Abuse SurvivorsSister Bond Book:Tracie's Story: Care Abuse Love Murder Source: Tracie's Story: Care Abuse Love Murder
“I left the bedroom to judge distances in the hall. I was less comfortable in the rest of the flat but knew if I could make it to my room I had a chance. Wenzel's spare coat was slung on the door to the living room. I searched the pockets and found an envelope full of twenty pound notes and another roll of notes in the other pocket. How did he get so much money? We earned thirty pounds a day at the fruit and veg shop and half of my days pay went straight to him for rent.” PsychologyNarcissismPsychopathControl IssuesPersonality DisordersManipulation QuotesOedipus ComplexPsychopathic PersonalitiesFighting For Truth Book:Tracie's Story: Care Abuse Love Murder Source: Tracie's Story: Care Abuse Love Murder