child abuse story from Marcy page was created June 1, 2007 and was originally
posted on May 21, 2007 as story #125.
is from Manasquan, New Jersey, USA
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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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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
you for reading my story. It feels so much better writing it down.
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Child abuse story from Marcy was re-formatted June 4, 2015
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