Child abuse story from Amber was created August 19, 2007 and was originally posted to my child abuse stories page on August 4, 2007 as story #173. Amber is from Amsterdam, Netherlands.
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The following child abuse story from Amber depicts: physical abuse and emotional abuse
The child abuse effects on Amber: depression, self-harm in the form of cutting, headaches, fear of her father
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I'm 14 years of age. a girl with Autism. I got diognosed 2 years ago, after 1 year of test and bragging from my parrents. I got so lucky it had a name, because my mom told me I was diffrent.. I could play with other children, and I had these huge outburst of anger, but afterwards... Reading all those things, that history, I have been to 6 schools now. although I'm on a school for poeple the same as me, I'm still an outkast of the school.
This is a still running story, the every-day fear of my dad getting mad at me again, and again hitting me. I try so hard to do everything Good, like my parrents want But It just doesn't work, I just forget it, Ignore it etc. I love it when I can go to school, free on my bicicle, go to friends, or just take a long walk. Because then I dont have my parrent's around, My (older) brother neither.
I slowely glipped into a pitch black hole, and crawl out again, and trip and fall. I’m secretly depressed, I started cutting myself a year ago. I seem a very happy en energic person, with a perfect family, nice mom and dad. Its not like that. I'm not telling my abuse is that bad as I red from other stories. but its afecting me emotionally. I couldn’t play with other children, and I had these huge outburst of anger, afterwatrds I wasn’t that happy anymore.I'm getting affraider of my dad everyday, trying to afoid him, I will refuse to look at him, because everytime I look at him, I get those horrible flashes through my head, The pain of the head-ache afterwards, and tears in my eyes.
One time, that isn't long ago: When went to the movies, and had a fun evening. My dad got mad at me in the cinema, but he didn't really punish me, because whe were in a full cinema. When the movie was over, whe got in the car and drove back, my dad seemed fine, I ran with him to the car. when whe returned home, I had a discussion with my brother, I said 'What-ever' and closed the door. My mom had the trunk open to grab her bag, and I heard my dad shouting not to slam with the door, and I didn’t know if he was serious or not. But I knew fast enough, when he ran out of the car and pushed me against the car, started screaming at me, my mom said not to hit me, and hitted me right across the head/face. after that he stated to my mom 'You cant tell me if I can hit her or not..' out of reaction when he finally letted me loose, I ran as fast as I could, from the monster. from that moment, I knew something wasn't right. It became normal. I fell and felt no pain, I continued crying on the floor for a couple of seconds and stood up, to walk by the home, and start running again. My brother had to stop me, with a bloody nose and two torn open hands.
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