By Ellen Prescott
'You'd inform me if Daddy touched your inner most components, would not you, Carolina?' 'No,' acknowledged Carolina firmly. 'Why no longer, honey?' 'Because it is a secret.' it is just whilst long-buried thoughts from her personal early life begin to floor that Ellen realises the bad fact approximately her younger daughters: Carolina and Amy are being sexually abused by means of their father. Ellen writes with unflinching honesty concerning the heartbreak of checking out her daughters have been abused, her fears of wasting custody and her struggle to have her tale believed by means of sceptical medical professionals and social employees. A harrowing real tale of sexual abuse from a mother's perspective, "No extra damage" is a deeply affecting chronicle of Ellen's hard-won conflict to create a spot of safeguard and love for herself and her daughters.
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He was insistent: Could we or couldn’t we attend? I kept telling him I didn’t know. At three we walked slowly through the streets of town. I’d read that walking could sometimes bring on stronger contractions, and felt like walking anyway, for something to do. The day was startlingly bright and warm. Frank put his palm under my elbow and steered me past budding chestnuts and neighbours’ flower beds. The forsythia, with their yellow suns, were already gone, as were my favourites, the cherry blossoms, but I saw hyacinths, and aubrieta falling over stone fences in cascades of white and purple.
Dr McLaughlin cut the cord. Carolina and I were unbound at a snip of the scissors. ’ Dr McLaughlin laughed. ‘I almost didn’t get my hands under her in time! ’ I said. ‘Everyone was yelling, “Don’t push”,’ Ruby said. I grinned sheepishly. ’ Ruby held Carolina while I delivered the afterbirth and while I was sutured. ‘Ellen,’ she whispered, ‘she’s so beautiful. ’ I did look. I couldn’t stop looking. I kept reaching out to stroke her. When Dr McLaughlin was finished and she took Carolina from the room to weigh her, I couldn’t bear being separated from her, so I got out of bed and followed.
Get out! ’ I pushed him, then spat in his face. I snatched Carolina up and ran to her room. Repulsed, I stripped off her blue sleepers. I’d been meaning to save them because they were her first clothes, but now I held them with the tip of my index finger and thumb and dropped them into the garbage. Carolina looked blurry through my tears. I changed her diaper and dressed her again and sat in the rocker to nurse her. At last my anger receded and my tears subsided. I sang Carolina a nursery rhyme, my voice flat.