child abuse story from Shannon2 page was created February 8, 2007 and was
originally posted on January 31, 2007 as story #66.
is from Millbrook, Alabama, USA
following child abuse story from Shannon2 depicts physical abuse and emotional
The child abuse effects on Shannon2: severe depression and ongoing persistent anger.
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story of abuse is much like others. I lived with physical and mental abuse
until I was 16, which is when I moved out of my home. I couldn't take it
anymore. Even after that, I still had to deal with the emotional abuse. I am
now 27 years old, and so full of anger and hurt that at some moments of my
life, I can barely function. I suffer from severe depression and it has taken a
toll on my children and my husband.
always wanted to confront my parents for what they did, but never had the
courage to do so for fear of them cutting me out of their lives. At moments, I
could careless if I had anything to do with them. At other times, I cry when I
think they are angry at me for anything.
parents always made me feel like it was my fault that everything happened the
way it did. Even now, I hear my mother say, "You're lucky your father
didn't beat the shit out of you like his parents did to him." I cringe
when she says that because there were times when he did almost beat the life
out of me. My father is very strong, and it didn't take much for him to hurt
can remember on one occasion, he was angry at me for something I had done in
school. He butted heads with me so hard that not only did I have a goose egg on
my head for several days, but it caused me to bruise beneath my eyes. I went to
school, and when asked, I told them I had hit my head on the door. It was a
sufficient enough answer for them.
also recall an incident where I had done something to make my mom angry, and
she whipped me with something; I think a thin belt. She hit me over and over
until my butt was bleeding. I was bruised for days. I shuttered every time I
had to sit down. It gave new meaning to 'beat you till you can't sit down'.
mother and I hated each other when I was growing up. Or I should say she hated
me. I wanted a relationship with her so badly, but I really felt as though she
resented me ever being born. She couldn't stand for me to be in the same room
as her, and she hated it when my father was being nice to me. Sometimes I think
she was jealous of the relationship that my father and I had.
one point in my life, my father was very good to me and we were very close. As
I got older, they joined forces and I felt that they both hated me. Sometimes I
still feel that way.
few months back, my mom and I started having heart to heart emails. She told me
that she wanted me to be open with her and be honest about my feelings. I did,
but only to an extent. If my father had ever gotten the inkling that I was
upsetting my mom, he would have dealt with it very severely. So I picked and
chose my words carefully. I expressed to her that growing up, I felt as though
she hated me. At one time in my life, she had even told me that she wished I
was never born. I let her know this had hurt my feelings. She proceeded to tell
me that she was sorry for making me feel that way, and the only reason she did
it was because her mother had done the same thing to her. So my question now
is, why am I being punished for what YOUR
mother did to you? I haven't asked her that question yet, but I am curious
to know the answer. Since that conversation, we haven't spoken much.
this day, they still blame me for most everything that has happened, because I
was a 'bad child'. I was ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) growing up, and I was
labelled with many different names. Destructive, promiscuous, pathological
liar; just to name a few.
don't believe I ever did anything bad enough to make my parents treat me the
way they did. I always believed you were supposed to love your children
unconditionally, no matter what they did. I still believe that with my own
I may never be able to confront my parents. But I do know this: I will not let this anger and hurt control my life any long. Today, I am being baptized and I am giving my burdens to God. They are His burdens to deal with now, not mine. It sounds good on paper, but can it really be that easy? I guess only time will tell.
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Child abuse story from Shannon2 was re-formatted June 10, 2015
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