This child abuse story from Julie page was
created January 17, 2007 and was originally posted on January 7, 2007 as story
Julie is from Dallas, Texas, USA
The following child abuse story from Julie
depicts emotional child abuse and physical child abuse at the hands of her
mother. Julie was also sexually abused, but she did not identify her abuser.
The child abuse effects on Julie: self-harm--she has cut her arms with a razor after physically disciplining her own daughters. Julie is unable to have friendships with other women, as she does not trust them
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A lot of people believe that adoption helps
kids. In a way I suppose their right. If I had been kept by my biological
mother I would be dead. With my adoptive mother, I only wished I was dead.
I was placed for adoption when I was 8 months
old. I was finally adopted when I was 3, by "Christian Missionaries".
My adoptive father is wonderful. My adoptive mother was an evil jealous woman.
I have decided after much debating in my mind, that her jealousy is what caused
the abuse. I was my dad's favourite. I took too much attention away from her.
I have thousands of memories of terrible things
she said to me. The one that stands out as if it was yesterday: I was 14, and
she told me she wished she had never adopted me.
I remember my mother beating me in the face
with a wooden spoon for breaking a glass while unloading the dishwasher. She
will swear to this day that I did it on purpose.
Once, she dragged me down some stairs by my
hair. My school had told her I needed my vision checked. She claimed I was
faking it to get attention. My dad eventually got me glasses.
Even as I write this, I can feel her long
fingernails digging into my skin, scratching my face and scalp. I can feel the
burning after she slaps me across the face. And, feeling like my ears are going
to be ripped off every time she would grab them and twist.
From the age of 10 to 14, I was molested. When
it came out to my mom, she asked me why I didn't tell. "I didn't want to
get in trouble" was my answer. I remember her looking at me funny and
I'm 30 now, but the pain lingers. I'm unable to
have real relationships with other women. I have no female friends. I don't see
myself like them and I don't understand or trust them.
I have two daughters, and I refuse to
physically discipline them. The few times I have, the guilt has been so
overwhelming, I've taken a razor to my arms.
All I want is to be able to understand why, heal myself, and share my story, so others know they are not alone. THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!
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Child abuse story from Julie 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