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Tags;Child Sexual Abuse;Photographer Deb Cram;Portsmouth NH;domestic violence;Child Sexual Abuse foster care;Sexual Assault Support Services;A Safe Place;
I remember hiding under a coffee table when I was around 3; I held tight to my dog while crying and watching my brother — just 6 — hold a gun to my father and try to make him stop beating my mother.
Click: I remember many nights my parents would come home from the bars after 1 a.m., and my brother and I always knew what was ahead. They would always start fighting over whatever and beat the crap out of each other, often dragging us out of bed to spread the wealth. We would go off to school on only a few hours' sleep. No one ever knew what our nights were like.
Tags;Child Sexual Abuse;Photographer Deb Cram;Portsmouth NH;domestic violence;Child Sexual Abuse foster care;Sexual Assault Support Services;A Safe Place;
I remember hiding under a coffee table when I was around 3; I held tight to my dog while crying and watching my brother — just 6 — hold a gun to my father and try to make him stop beating my mother.
Click: I remember many nights my parents would come home from the bars after 1 a.m., and my brother and I always knew what was ahead. They would always start fighting over whatever and beat the crap out of each other, often dragging us out of bed to spread the wealth. We would go off to school on only a few hours' sleep. No one ever knew what our nights were like.
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Tags;Child Sexual Abuse;Photographer Deb Cram;Portsmouth NH;domestic violence;Child Sexual Abuse foster care;Sexual Assault Support Services;A Safe Place;
I remember hiding under a coffee table when I was around 3; I held tight to my dog while crying and watching my brother — just 6 — hold a gun to my father and try to make him stop beating my mother.
Click: I remember many nights my parents would come home from the bars after 1 a.m., and my brother and I always knew what was ahead. They would always start fighting over whatever and beat the crap out of each other, often dragging us out of bed to spread the wealth. We would go off to school on only a few hours' sleep. No one ever knew what our nights were like.
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