Child Abuse Story From
Michelle

Michelle is from Hope, Indiana, USA

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

The child abuse effects on Michelle: other than estrangement from her mother, Michelle did not share the effects the child abuse had on her

I was only 3 days old when my abuse started happening.

The man my mother married (not my father) hit me in my crib. This is only the beginning.

He wasn’t the only one who hit me throughout the years. My mother hit me too. However, when I was only a year and a half, when she left for work, that’s when things grew sexually.

He found pleasure in putting his penis into my mouth. He also had a gross sense of humor. He would let his friends do what they wanted to me. When no one wanted anything to do with me, he would lock me in my room the whole day with either a bag of marshmallows or nothing at all. This lasted until I was around 7 or 8.

I never understood why he would never do anything to my little sister.

One day, I came home and found him pinning my mom up against the back door. He had a knife to her throat. I told my teachers. They took him away.

But he got out, and came back.

He broke into my house and pulled a gun on me and my mother. She managed to run to a neighbor’s house. My mom saved my life that night.

But since he was taken away the 2nd time, my mother punished me for her love being gone. She would hit me and yell at me. She always told me I was nothing. She called me a bastard.

My grandma saved me from her. I was in the 2nd grade when my grandma died. That’s when things got worse.

My mother decided it was time to throw my stuff out of the house and throw me against the cabinets. She started calling me a slut. Said I slept around. Men were also the devil in her mind.

Then I was raped. I trusted a guy and thought he loved me. He held me down and I blacked out. I was blamed for it too. My mom said with the clothes that I wore, I had it coming. I wore guys’ clothes. How did I deserve it?

I moved out of my mom’s house when I was 16. I now live with my grandfather.

I'm 18 now and my mother still blames me for things that go on. We hardly talk, ever since I told her I had a girlfriend (we broke up, but my mom doesn’t know). She still says I'm a nobody and that I'm not going to make it.