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Tressis was two years old; here are her sorrowful sounds and tears. The grandfather put me in the basement when she came to stay with him.
"Oh, it is so very cold and dark. No one can hear me in my moment of excruciating pain. There is this lightness above as I hear footsteps coming down this stairs. The shadow is black and big and so frightening. I cannot see what is going on. There is no place to go.There are no words. I do not know what to do!
This large man is over me and there is this smell that makes me sick inside He is on top of me. I can't breathe! I cannot speak , my mournful cry's go unheard.The smell is so awful how can I survive. I am choking. I must go away."
I am sitting on the stairs watching this big ugly form doing ungodly things to this little child of two. No, it cannot be me! The child is starting to gag! You see he put this long pink thing into this little girl's mouth and now she is gagging because of this slimy stuff rolling down her little throat! From that day forward she cannot talk in words but stutters in her little speech!
You can see from this that she must have split because she could not deal with the truth. That is why she split and was sitting on the stairs watching. This is how she dealt with such horrific trauma and abuse! There is more that comes but she cannot say anything else right now! This is Tamara you can see now that I was so fractured off with my unconsciousness that I had to create someone else to cope.
A time of internal uniting of the "little ones"