They didn’t chain me to a stove or starve me until my body begged for scraps—but make no mistake, I was the child called “it” in my family.
Reading Dave Pelzer’s A Child Called "It" cracked something open in me years ago. It wasn’t just a tragic story—it was a mirror. A brutal, distorted one. Different circumstances, different abuses, but the same silent…
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