It's NOT Okay, Babies Do Know
The Voice of a Survivor
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“Parents” When you hear the word, love should come to mind. But in my household growing up, no love could my sister and I find. There was a movie about an actress once similar to our mother, Hard to believe there could actually be another! Parents are to love, protect, and defend. Someone a child looks up to and someone upon whom a child can depend. But not in our household, nothing but violence and rage! Beatings and raping started at a very young age. They were both toxic and full of guile. They would always fool our neighbors with their ridiculous smile. Shame, guilt, and worthlessness upon us fell From these two parents originating in Hell! From Hell they must have come For how else could they so evil have become? This is the only explanation I have found to fit For all the evil that they both did commit! Some say we choose our lives before coming to earth If that be the case I do not regret my birth! For once and for all, the world I will show, “It’s Not Okay, Babies Do Know” July 26, 2009
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The Deep South, where Victoria Ramsey grew up, is often referred to as the Bible Belt. However, it was only on rare occasions that Victoria’s aunt would come over and take her to church. The church was located very far away, deep in the back woods. There were no houses or businesses close to the church. A dense thicket of tall pine trees lined the road that led to the church. The drive to the church was frightening, Victoria’s aunt would speed down the dark, winding dirt road through the woods. From the backseat, Victoria could only see the beams of the car’s headlights flashing across the clay red road and the nearby tree line. There was silence inside the car. No one said a thing. It was as if everyone was holding their breath. The only sound came from outside the car, tires screeching as they turned sharply to avoid running into the deep ditch alongside the road. Occasionally, her aunt would break the silence by stating, “The devil is trying to stop us!” Then Victoria would remember her mother’s last words before getting into her aunt’s car. “You better listen to that preacher! The devil’s gonna getcha!” Victoria grew up believing that at any moment, the devil would leap out and capture her. This created much fear and by the age of six, Victoria believed she was a sinful little girl that no one loved or would ever love. So for her being wanted by the devil made perfect sense. The truth wouldn’t be revealed until much later as to the identity of the real devil.
About the Author
Victoria Ramsey grew up in the back woods of Mississippi where children were seen but not heard. Her parents divorced when she was a small child and for years she never knew her father. Growing up with her sister and living with her mother was an ongoing nightmare. She was victimized emotionally, physically, and sexually in an era when accessibility to Child Protective Services was not an option. Her perpetrators were her mother and her mother’s lovers. There were other occasions when her older sister would also abuse her in the absence of any adults in the home. Victoria lived in silence regarding her abuse, believing that if she ever told anyone, she would suffer dire consequences. Victoria’s abuse continued until she was 14 years old. After hundreds of hours of therapy and years of working several 12-step programs, Victoria now possesses the courage to tell her dramatic story. This is her full recollection of what happened back then. Today, Victoria counsels other survivors of childhood sexual trauma and lives her life in peace. She enjoys writing, researching Native American culture, and attending Powwows. When she’s not attending Powwows, you will find Victoria spending time with her friends, her children and her grandchildren. www.VictoriaRamsey.com