Monsters in OUR Life ~ Tammy K.

Monsters in OUR Life ~ Tammy K.

Hi Ya'all, my name is Tammy, I guess from my accent, you can tell I am, from the south. For the most part, I try to mind my manners, and abhor swearing, but a young lady can only handle so much.My family owned a plantation. We went to church every Sunday, and were God fearing folk.

When I was knee high to a grasshopper, my grand daddy used to tell me stories about how things were done back in the day. I hated those stories, knowing the harm that was inflicted on our neighbors.

So a a good girl, I went to church, and the pastor one morning called me in his office and said he heard something bad about me and I needed to be punished. 

I was only like five years old and my parents were strict saying i had to obey God's Rules.

At first he had me drink out of a shot glass that had warm white disgusting milk in it. which I obeyed him, and he gave me some candy and said this is between us and no one else was to know. So this went on a few times and then escalated into him putting his privates in my mouth and he said I needed to keep it there so he could give me more milk.

I squirmed and tried to get away, but he showed me a paddle and said "if I didn't do as he said he would use it on me, and then tell my parents how disobedient I was." 

After a few months, he invited me into his office and there was another man there, I really don't remember who he was, but our Pastor had me suck him as well. When he was done he gave the pastor some money and I don't recollect ever seeing him again,

Well another time a different gentleman...( I say gentleman, but he was far from it)  came into the office, yet he liked it rough and held my head around his waist and as his semen shot into my mouth I gagged and bit him and was slapped in the face hard.

I yelled out in pain and a woman from the church came in asking what happened, and the pastor said she fell into his desk.

I don't believe the lady believed him and took me out and let my parents know what happened according to our pastor. I think my parents knew that something else was going on and we never went back to that church again and eventually moved.

I have never divulged this story to anyone, but recently my boyfriend wanted to have fun and it brought back the memory of the church. 

So I did some research and cam across Mandie Safe Haven, and after chatting with Mandie, we found a counselor and am on the path to being "myself.".

I appreciate you letting me tell my story and hope it guides others to seek help.

Thank Ya'all,

Tammy K.