I can remember my father, who thought he was this great martial arts master, making me kick a tree until my legs were sore and I just wanted to cry. I could swing nunchucks like a pro as a toddler, even had my own set. It was red with white stripes. I remember thinking it looked like candy canes. I learned how to punch on a heavy bag that was three times my size before I learned how to ride a two-wheeler. And even as fighting was programmed into me from the time I could walk, the fight response isn’t one that generally took control when I was being abused, except when I was fighting him personally. I fought against my father with everything inside my young body. I’m pretty sure that even as I loved him for being my father, I hated him with a passion that would have overwhelmed me had I acknowledged it.
My father had not yet turned physically violent with me at the time we left for good. He’d tried to spank me once by putting me over his knee. But I remember the fight or flight instinct taking over and as I couldn’t run, I fought him. I squirmed and moved and he was unable to hold me still to even swat me one time. I remember getting the better of him with great relish because I wasn’t afraid as much as I was determined he wasn’t going to do it.
My intense fear of spiders came from his misguided stupidity in trying to get me over my fear. It’s one of my first memories. I was about five years old and anything with more than four legs and two eyes terrified me. I can remember him telling me that they weren’t going to hurt me and holding my chubby little hand in a death grip while extending my arm. He then grabbed the daddy-long-legs that was making me scream and put it on my bare arm. He held me there until it reached my shoulder. I don’t remember making a sound when he did that. I was completely petrified, literally. I could not move, I could not react, I could not fight. Ever since even the smallest spider has sent me running. I couldn’t even kill them. THANKS FOR THE PHOBIA YOU FUCKING MANIAC! I do want to note that since having children of my own I have battled this fear enough to kill spiders. The damnable things aren’t getting near my babies.