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 This child abuse story from Flick page was created December 19, 2006 and was originally posted to my child abuse stories page on November 24, 2006 as story #50.
The following child abuse story from Flick depicts physical abuse, emotional abuse and sexual abuse at the hands of her father. The child abuse effects on Flick: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, shame, fear, and anger.
I was a very young child when my abuse started. My dad was a manic depressive and this was made worse following his split with my mum. My mum had left me to live with my dad, as she feared for our lives and she believed that my dad would have killed us had she tried to take us from him. While we lived with him we basically lived in squalor and my brothers and my sister and I were left to our own devices. We were made to walk miles to get to his friend's house. This may not seem like much, but at the ages of 7, 5, 3 and 2 it seemed 100's of miles. He would regularly beat us, drag us down the stairs or swing us into walls. Our dog used to suffer as well. My mum went to court to fight to keep us and she won. We then went to see our dad every other weekend. He would say to us that there were things watching us through the curtains and were reporting back to him everything we said. One time my mum sent us all cards and he said that if we didn't rip them up he would hurt us. He made us black out the faces of my mum in photographs and hand them to her and tell her we hated her and if we didn't he would beat us. My father used to make me play with him. He would abuse me every weekend that I stayed with him. It was our secret and if I ever told anyone [he told me that] bad men would come and take me away. From the age of 6, I was in and out of counsellor sessions. They knew about everything except the sexual abuse. Everything else I had told my mum, but the sexual abuse was--and still is--a big secret. From the age of 10, I was self-harming on a regular basis. It made me feel better. I never felt pain from it, just relief. I often contemplated suicide, as the memories of my past are still vivid in my head and are present in my dreams. But when I turned 17, I managed to stop self-harming. Now it's been more than a year since I intentionally hurt myself. My mum never blamed us for anything he made us say to her, and it's thanks to my mum and some other very special people in my life that I'm no longer depressed. My memories are a non-visual reminder of what happened all those years ago. My scars have their own story to tell. All I have to say now is that if anyone is being abused you HAVE to tell someone and not live with it on your own. If you are like me, you are probably ashamed, frightened, angry and have a whole range of other emotions stopping you from disclosing, but you have to tell someone, anyone that you trust. Don't let your abusers beat you, you can stop it right now. Please tell someone if you think you are being abused or neglected. You have the right to a happy and safe childhood. |
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