Child Abuse Story From Jen1

by Jen
(Pennsylvania, USA)

I am being emotional and physically abused. No one seems to believe me because my parents put on an act when other people are around. I have tried getting help but they didn't believe me even thought I had physical marks. I'm 15 and a freshman in high school. I love hanging with my one true best friend. She is like my big sister. Her family treats me like their daughter. I love being outside not inside. I hate being around my so-called parents/family. I love going to school. I hate when at the end of the day the bell rings. I'm very athletic and lovable. I'm nice to everyone unless you start to make me feel mad or upset. I do get easily mad though, and I do cry a lot.

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Child Abuse Story From Jen1 Part 2

by Jenn
(Pennsylvania, USA)

It took me a while to be able to do anything.but June 3,2009 changed it all.I finally got the strength to speak up.After years of taking crap from people.It has been hard but Ive ignored the people that tell me lies.and even though Im still having to deal with my parents.I dont live at home.and I finally got people to LISTEN to me.After so many years.After pointless suicide attempts,and drug over doses,ive realized that Im so much better then the people that have to sink so low to prove them self bad.My parents are still trying to make me look like the guilty one.But I got out of that house and moving on with my life.Ive had so many people that barely knew me from places where Ive stayed telling me that Im better then my parents and that I shouldnt have to be treated like s**t.And sometimes I still think its my fault for everything,but at the end of the day I know its not.I may not always think that at the end of the day but I know it in the back of my head.It doesnt hurt to admit the pain that I feel sometimes.Through-out everything Ive had to be the strong one,and the one not allowed to cry.everynight I cry thinking what it would be like still living with my parents,and all the abuse...and i still always ask myself "why me",but i guess God knew Id make it through it and move on to help others.Which I plan on doing! I had my family disown me for a while.and that includes my extended family...but my immediate family still DISOWNS me,and always will..They will NEVER forgive me,and honestly I dont care..But my extended family is growing to accept what happens.they still dont wanna believe it but they do!

I wanna thank 1 person on here that I will always keep in my heart!! :)

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