THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik this is Smokie Scott, real name Oliver Scott. This sperm donor unfortunately is my father. He began beating me before the age of two, and continued to do so until I finally ran away when I was fourteen. He would come home after his whoring adventures, which could last from a day to weeks, and hit me like a man. He would punch me across rooms, kick me around, and call me all kinds of degrading names. He abandonded our family for other women, and would only acknowledge us if we shut our mouth about it. My mother Donna Scott( who I’m trying to get a picture of) allowed this to occur. I was sexually abused extensively by their family, and a family friend, and was always told I was lying, or that I had a bad dream, or my favourite one was, you are crazy. I suffered this kind of abuse until I was fourteen, and decided that the streets and after hours where more safe then my home. It’s true I became an addict until 2005, and was a real shit my mom myself. It took losing my children for a bit to knock my ass to reality. I stopped using drugs, stopped dealing, and doing debt collections. I committed my life to positive change. I obtained custody of my children back, and have done nothing but flourish. However despite my changes, and my willingness to forgive my goof parents, they still act the same way. They still accuse me of being a liar in regards to the sexual abuse, and pretty much say I deserved the abuse I suffered at their hands. Everytime I try to confront them, and explain that my upbringing had alot to do with the negative choices I made, they accuse me of being high, stating that I am only brave when on drugs, that I would never say these things sober. Well I got news for these lowlifes I have been sober for eight years now, and I would love for these cowards to see me face to face, and discuss this matter, and my childhood. Even though I have changed my life, I still have not been able to forgive, what I put my children through. I question how they can go each day, and act like nothing happend, or that what happend is okay. They are constantly trying to bash me, by telling people I’m still a junkie, and a bad mom, and I just wanted an opportunity to clear up the facts. The fact I am a better person today, and it’s all the shit I have endured, that has made me decide my career. I am currantly trying to become a mediator for the CAS, and their clients, to help both parties establish better communication, and working relationships. So I guess in some way I owe the goofs thanks. Some people change and grow from their mistakes, and others are like cockroaches, and hide when you shed the light on the situation. Guess which catagory these goofs fall under?
That sweater he’s wearing is nightware, he’s sleeping on the couch…- nik