This child abuse story from Drue page was
created July 9, 2007 and was originally posted on June 17, 2007 as story #150.
Drue is from St. Bernard, Louisiana, USA.
The following child abuse story from Drue
depicts: sexual abuse and emotional abuse
The child abuse effects on Drue: embarrassment, feelings of betrayal, Drue reports that she keeps a smiling face but it's a facade
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guess you could say this happened about 11 months ago. My mom and my dad split
up a long time ago (I was about 5).
I was six, my mom met another guy by the name of BRAD. I always hated him.
There was just something about him. I never did like him. Well, anyways I was
just starting to like him at the age of thirteen. Things were never better in
my life. I WAS SO HAPPY. I was a cheerleader, I was making money, and I was
starting to like my mom's husband. Well, my mom and him went to New York City
for about a week. When they came back, I was so HAPPY to see my mom (we were
always close). She gave me everything she bought me and my brother.
night, they had some friends over, and I guess they were drinking. BRAD came in
my room in the middle of the night and started feeling on me. I WOKE UP. He
lifted up my shirt and started feeling on my breast. He asked if he could kiss
it, I said NO! Leave me ALONE! I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I
wanted to get up and scream, but something just held me back. I didn't like it one
bit. I went to sleep, and dealt with it.
the morning, I tried to get the courage to tell my mom. I did. She was disappointed
and she was crying. They got in a fight. She was screaming at him, and
threatened to kill him. It was scary. She immediately told me to pack my bags
and get in the truck.
went up to Alabama with my pawpaw for a couple of days. My mom tried to figure
out something to do with me and my brother (being single, she had no money
after her big trip and she was without a job). I had to move in with my dad
from Louisiana to Mississippi. I HATE IT! My dad and I aren't even all that
miss my mom. She's still living with Brad with my brother. Things probably aren't
going to change. She doesn't know that I'm broken. I pretend I'm alright, and cover
everything up with a smile. None of my friends would ever think of thinking
something like this would happen to me.
miss my old life. I have told only two of my closest friends here in Mississippi.
It's so embarrassing. Especially, when people ask you who you live with, and
why'd you move here. I make up lies, and pretend that I'm all happy on the
outside. I was voted class favorite at this school and came close to Mrs. P.,
but I would do anything to live anywhere but here, and with my mom and baby
I know this isn't all that horrible, and worse things have happened to other individuals, especially younger children. I feel weird writhing this, when right NOW, somewhere a child is probably being thrown against a wall or something. I just thought maybe someone somewhere might have the same story. ;(
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Child abuse story from Drue was re-formatted May 31, 2015
From Victim to Victory
How I got over the devastating effects of child abuse and moved on with my life