Child Abuse Story From

Child Abuse Story:

This child abuse story from Marcy page was created June 1, 2007 and was originally posted on May 21, 2007 as story #125.

Marcy is from Manasquan, New Jersey, USA

The following child abuse story from Marcy depicts:  physical abuse, emotional abuse, child neglect and sexual abuse

The child abuse effects on Marcy: Marcy only shared that one of the beatings she received by her older brother left her with a broken ankle 

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Child Abuse Story From Marcy:

Hi. My abuse started when I was 5 years old. My father for some reason did not want to associate with me and my twin brother, but he did with our older brother. We always had to go to his house on weekends, even though we were not wanted. He would have my brother and me locked in a room all day. If we didn't make any noise, he'd feed us. If we were too noisy for him or our older brother, we were beat.

Sometimes my father encouraged our older brother to beat us for no reason, and he would. Sometimes it was with belts, hands, cords or whatever he thought would hurt us.

Once, we managed to escape, but we had to go back the following weekend. We received a beating that broke my ankle and gave my brother a black eye.

When we were 11, my mom finally got to keep us without having us go to my father’s house. We didn't fear the weekends anymore and we became really happy. School was always a breeze to us, but we actually started doing better. The only person unhappy was our older brother. My mom didn't know he had beaten us too. We were too scared to tell.

After we stopped seeing our father, our brother stopped talking to us. He would sometimes give us nasty looks. He didn't resume beating us until we turned 12. He was in 10th grade. I always remember him being so tall and strong--and scary. I had gotten home from school (my twin stayed after). He was there, and for some reason, more angry than usual. I had been in my room listening to music when he came barging in. He turned off my radio and dragged me out by my hair. He threw me on his bed and started pounding me. I was crying madly and started screaming. My twin came out of nowhere and knocked our older brother away from me, sending him across the room. Alex (twin) played football and wasn't bad at it. He grabbed me up and took me to my room and locked the door. He washed me up gently and laid me on my bed. We have the strongest twin bond ever. He didn't leave my side or unlock the door until Mom was home. Todd our older brother didn't dare abuse us in front of her. Oddly enough, we didn't tell her of Todd's attack. He never attacked me like that again, but he was regularly staring at me.

One day, both Alex and Mom were out of the house. Todd cornered me in my room and began to beat me. When he thought he hit me enough he brought me to his room and laid me on his bed. He got on top of me and rubbed against me. I tried to push him off, but he just slapped me. I was really scared and was hoping Mom and Alex would come home soon.

Todd took my clothes off and molested me, but nothing more. I hated him sooo much and wished him dead. That continued until I was 13 and a 1/2. He was doing that same thing, only instead of making me get undressed he sat me down in his room. He told me what he was doing was to teach me how to be sexual. I was eyeing the door and trying to make a run for it. He saw me doing this and slapped me twice. Then he took off his clothes and started to rip mine off. I screamed loudly and just ran. I ran to my mom's room 'cause it was closest and locked the door. Todd was banging on the door and telling me that if I didn't come out he would beat me. I didn't unlock it.

He never tried to sexually abuse me again. He returned to beating me and he actually grabbed me on my way home and took me deep into a woodsy area and beat me there. He was slapping me and beating me with a stick on my back and down. I was 14. I didn't tell anyone until I turned 16. He was 19. He went to jail.

Our mother hated Todd for what he put us through, but still loved him because he was her son. He showed no love for her as his mother, so she stopped visiting him in jail. Our father, though, thinks Todd is a god and would see him at least 5 times a week.

I am now 28 years old and married. I love my husband dearly. We have two kids, boy and girl; 4 and 2. Alex has a wife and one child; a boy who’s 3. We still have a great bond and talk regularly. Our mom is still important in our lives too.

I will never let any of my children go through what I had to. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, hurt my kids; they will be in the hospital!

Thank you for reading my story. It feels so much better writing it down.


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