Child Abuse Story From
Kristen2

Kristen2 is from Lockport, Illinois, USA

The following child abuse story from Kristen2 depicts physical abuse, emotional abuse and sexual abuse.

The child abuse effects on Kristen2: screaming and crying spells, uncontrollable outbursts, extremely low self-esteem, feelings of being alone and trapped, suicidal thoughts, depression

I have suffered through physical, emotional and sexual abuse since I was 9 years old until I was 18. Everything happened by my two brothers. It all started when my dad died. I was 9 years old and confused.

I was very emotional as a child, and being the youngest of five, that made things worse. I would be picked on by my siblings for these reasons. Because my mom felt that my siblings and I were missing out without having a father, my mom began to buy us things. My brother Paul took advantage of this and began wanting everything under the sun. If he did not get his way, he would scream and call my mom vulgar names. As Paul got older, he applied wanting his way by manipulating the behaviors of people around him. He eventually became very controlling and abusive, verbally and physically.

When my grandma came to live with us, Paul would constantly yell at her if she did not cook something for him or give him money. My brother would call my grandma vulgar names. When she passed away, my brother applied his rage to my siblings. Unfortunately, Paul took his controlling outbursts more on my mom and me. He called us vulgar names and would savagely chase and beat only me because I would try to fight back from his words. This went on until I was 18 years old.

Meanwhile, my brother David used to periodically molest me from age 9 until I was 14 years old.

I did not have any one to talk to about all of these abuses. My mom was in total denial, and I kept to myself at school, with no friends or family members to look up to. My other siblings did not even listen to me. They just kept calling me a drama queen and teased me for being emotional. I would scream and cry all the time, but no one took me seriously. Uncontrollable outbursts eventually became a common characteristic with me. My self-esteem was at an all time low and my negativity was on the rise. I felt so . . . alone and trapped. I became suicidal and depressed. It wasn't until my senior year of college where I finally received treatment.

I am 24 years old now, and although I am leading a better life, my abuse still haunts me from time to time.