This child abuse story from Jodie was created
October 6, 2006 and was originally posted on September 19, 2006 as story #36.
Jodie is from Bradford, England, United Kingdom
The following child abuse story from Jodie
depicts sexual abuse and emotional abuse.
Jodie didn't share her child abuse effects, though at 15 years of age, she has somewhat of a parental role with her younger siblings; she feels responsible for her brothers.
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Ever since I could remember I didn't have a
normal childhood. Up until I was 8 I lived with my mother and my 2 brothers. I
was the only girl. I always dreamt of having a little sister, but now [that]
I've lived my childhood, I wouldn't recommend for any poor innocent child to
live that sort of lifestyle.
I used to go stay with my dad on weekends. Me and
my brothers had different dads from each other. I guess I was lucky, I was the
only one who still had contact with my dad. My brothers didn't even know who
their fathers were. I loved going to stay with my dad. He would always make me
my favourite dinners and he would go out and buy me new clothes. I would always
debate with my friends that my daddy was the best daddy in the world. I'd hate
going back to my mum's on the Sunday, not because I hated her--I loved her so
much--but I just didn't like the things she did. She was a compulsive
shoplifter and she always sniffed glue in front of me and my brothers. The
house always had a strong smell of glue as soon as you walked through the
garden. I remember having to tell my friends that our coffee table broke, or
something like that, but awhile after, the whole estate knew. They would always
call me a glue sniffer at school and at home.
My mum was referred to a mental institute until
she was better, so I had to move in with my dad. My brothers were put in care.
This destroyed me. I was heartbroken, but deep down I knew it was for the best.
It was the only way she would get better. So I packed my bags and Social
Services dropped me off at my dad's. This was the most horrible part. My
brothers were seated in the back of the car. I can still hear my youngest
brother screaming my name, begging me not to leave him. I wish I never did.
My dad already had a wife and two little boys,
which were my step-brothers. He lived in a beautiful house. I remember first
seeing my bedroom. It was everything I always wanted my bedroom to look like. I
felt like a normal child now, and was much happier. I just missed my family so
My dad's wife, well . . . my step-mom, had a
really bad case of epilepsy. She would 'fit' mostly every day. I grew closer
and closer to this lifestyle and began to almost love it, living with my dad,
but never forgetting about my mum and other brothers. I would call them once a
week. They would always sound traumatized, but all I could ever do was tell them
I love them, and then I would have to put the phone down before I burst into
tears. I couldn't listen to their little helpless voices.
After living there a couple of months, my dad
would come into my bedroom at night and give me a kiss goodnight and tell me
sweet dreams, but sometimes he'd sit in my chair and watch me go to sleep and
read me a bedtime story. He made me feel so special. I'd never been read a
bedtime story before. He would read me fairy tales, and they always had the
perfect story to them, with the princess and the prince and they'd have the
perfect ending. And from that moment, I always dreamt of the perfect ending and
being that princess, cause that's how he made me feel, like a princess instead
of the glue sniffer.
But then, every night, he would start to sleep
in my bed. He started giving me massages and he would put his hands all over my
body in places he shouldn't have. But I never did [think] about it, because
between me and Daddy it was just a massage. But it was becoming an obsession.
He always had to touch me or tell me he loved me. I never doubted that he
didn't love me, that was the problem, he loved me too much. He loved me in a
different way than a father and daughter way. He treated me more like his wife.
His wife [never gave him] attention, so he would get it off me.
My mum came home from hospital, but my dad got
full custody over me. This is the point where my life was no longer a fairy
tale. I was no longer a princess. He still thought I was, but I didn't feel
like one anymore. And the worst time of it all was this one Christmas. All the
stress with my step-mom having epilepsy and with him having to work every night
through the week, it just all built [up] on top of him. He had too many
responsibilities to take care of and he was in a lot of debt. I think he just
took all this out on me. He started to become aggressive towards me if I ever
mentioned boys. I was 13 at this time, and I became interested in boys. He
hated it. If I was seen with a boy, he would just lock me in my bedroom until I
learnt my lesson. He started to read all my text messages. I wasn't allowed to
delete my messages without him looking at them first and checking if they were
suitable. He was always in a mood. My life became miserable again. I just wanted
my mum back. I missed them [my mum and brothers] so much I couldn't stand it. I
From then on, I would lay in my bed, waiting to
hear my daddy's footsteps on his way to my bedroom. I felt like a prostitute
because he was only ever happy when he was touching me or doing things to me
and I think this is why I let him do it because it made him happy.
It got to Christmas day. I had everything I
asked for, but I still wasn't happy, so I just opened my presents, ate my
dinner and laid in my bed waiting for him, thinking about what he would do to
I woke up in pain. There was blood all over my
bed. My dad was [sitting] on top of me, grinning at me. I hated him. I felt so
sick and dirty. He turned round and said, "I ain't made no one bleed in 20
years." He must have been drinking that night, but all I know is that it
was the Christmas day of my life.
Now I'm 15. I'm getting on with my life. I live with my auntie. My mum's . . . a lot better. She still shoplifts though, but I love her no matter what she does. I took my dad to court over all this, and he pleaded guilty, which was a big relief for me. I'll never have to see him again. But no matter what he did, he will always be my dad, and I just have to except him for what he is. But I don't have to live with him.
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Child abuse story from Jodie was re-formatted June 2, 2015
From Victim to Victory
How I got over the devastating effects of child abuse and moved on with my life