Child Abuse Story From April
by April
(Texas, USA)
When they adopted me and my siblings from foster care, i was so excited. I was 6 years old and i thought that maybe i found someone who would always love me and my siblings. Up until then, i was like the parent to my siblings because of bad placements. But, i was wrong. After the adoption was finalized, they began abusing me. They starved me. They didnt allow me to use the restroom and would make me sit in my own pee. All day, everyday, i had to stand up for hours on end with my arms in the air. When the dad would get back, he would whip me with either his belt or a paddle. One day, i stopped crying because i knew that no one would listen. That i was just a small, insignificant being. They told me that i was a mistake...that i should never have been born and i would burn in hell. They forced me to eat horseradish and habaneros (a very hot pepper which would sting my eyes and skin.) after four years of that, i was placed into foster care where a 17 year old boy sexually abused me for year. But after everything, the memory that hurts me the most is the day that i realized that the adoptive parents didnt love me anymore. They had tried to force me to eat a full bottle of horseradish. But i wound up vomitting it back up so they grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face in it. At that moment, it hit me. I looked up at them, started crying, and said "you guys dont love me anymore." since then, everytime someone leaves my life, i feel myself back at that moment with the realization that that person doesnt love me anymore. I am 17 years old and i have virtually no one except my two cats. I eventually want a husband and kids but im not sure if thats possible. Im not sure if love can really last or if it will just always bring heartbreak to me.
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Child Abuse Story From April2 Part 2
by April
(Texas, USA)
I've already posted about the severe physical and mental abuse my first adoptive parents put me through but since 5 months ago when my first boyfriend broke up with me, i've been having flashbacks of sexual abuse i underwent in my younger years. I remember being four years old and watching my 30 year old birth dad raping my 16 year old mom. I remember one time when he was touching me inappropriately and my mom walked in. She got furious and they began screaming at eachother. I waddled after them as he began backing her into the kitchen where he grabbed a knife and held it in the air towards her. I didnt know what was happening. I just knew the fear that took over my body. I got in between them, stretched my arms out and began screaming/crying "stop it! Stop it!" and then my memory goes blank. 2 years later, i was sexually abused by my cousin. Then in foster care when i was 6, an older girl sexually abused me as well. At age 11, when i was out of my abusive first adoptive parents home, a 17 year old boy would creep into my room at night and sexually abuse me. Since then, all the parents i was with either divorced or abused eachother. I've been having a strong disgust for my body and for men. (I've had strong, caring, loving women in my life who have shown me that all women arent sexual abusers so i dont have a huge fear of them.) But so far i've learned that men can't stay committed or only want sex or can't be with one woman until they die or they cheat/abuse/dont follow their vows/abandon their wife and kids. One of my biggest dream has been to get married to a loving, loyal, committed, faithful man and have children whom i can give the childhood i never had. Is that unrealistic? I've read that men are just biologically hardwired to think about sex all the time/cheat/imagine other women. I've never had an adult male figure in my life prove me any different.
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