This week’s guest blogger is Catherine Townsend-Lyon, an author, blogger and marketing guru. Catherine lives in Arizona and is a recovering gambling addict. In this blog Catherine features a segment of her book “Addicted to Dimes”.
Belts, Handles and Spoons
My family background was like any other family – or so I thought. My mom was a homemaker, and she’d baby sit other children to make a little money on the side. My dad was career Air Force. I was born in New Jersey and lived there until I was 7 ½. I had an older sister, Rose, and an older brother, Rob, and a younger sister, Angela, who was born a few years after we moved to Southern California.
My dad finished his tour in Vietnam in January 1970, and got his last transfer orders before retiring in 1975 from Norton Air Force Base in Highland, Calif. My parents bought a home in Highland and that’s where I grew up until I moved away, out-of-state, to Grants Pass, Ore., in May 1987. I had a fairly normal childhood up until I was about 11 or 12. That’s when I was sexually abused by a close family friend. It was the most awful, shameful thing for a young girl to have to go through. I watched the value and respect I had for myself be stripped away each time it happened.
I wanted so desperately to tell someone, but the fear and anguish put upon me by my abuser held me back. He said no one would believe me, or they would say I was a liar. My parents were the kind of parents who were a little “unconventional” when it came to punishment. I’m not saying my parents were bad parents, just which by today’s standards, some of the physical discipline we received could be considered abuse. I’m also saying that, for me, it was traumatic events that bothered me later in my life.
For example, one of the events that occurred which really bothered me was when my mom sent us kids to the store to get her a couple things. She gave my brother extra money to get us an ice cream cone at the store. We got outside, my sister’s ice cream fell on the ground and she started crying, so Rob went back to ask for another and the clerk told him, “No.” Rob wanted Rose to stop crying, so he went over to the Brach’s candy bins and took a couple of pieces. He got caught by the owner, who knew my mom. So, my mom had to come pick us up from the store.
We got home and Rob told her what happened. She said, “You don’t steal, no matter what.” Making this a “teachable” moment, she made them hold out their hands and she took a large sewing needle and pricked the tops of their hands until they bled! That was too much for me to watch, but she made me, and it still disturbs me to this day . . . .
I hope you enjoyed reading the first few sections of Catherine’s book, Addicted to Dimes. We know in recovery that we turn to addiction for many reasons, and that we can recover without knowing the reasons why we walked down a dark path. And sometimes, we discover some of the underlying issues of the addiction sucked us in.
Author, Catherine Townsend-Lyon lives in Arizona writes a blog on her web site: https://catherinelyonaddictedtodimes.wordpress.com/author/kitcat4459/
And works with other authors on marketing their books at:
https://anAuthorandWriterinProgress.wordpress.com You can Email her at: LyonMedia@aol.com
