This child abuse story from Stacey page was created March 5, 2007 and was originally posted on February 17, 2007 as story #83. Two installments are included on this page:Installment #1
Stacey is from St. Peters, Missouri, USA.
The following child abuse story from Stacey depicts emotional abuse.
The child abuse effects on Stacey: severe depression, loss of faith, nightmares, and suicidal thoughts
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When I was four, my father was awarded joint custody with my mother. I had to go see him every Thursday and every other weekend. I had no idea why he wanted to see me so badly, because I never wanted to see him. I would cry when he would come pick me up. My mother had to come with me the first few times.
As I got older, I wanted to be with my cousins so I didn't have to be with him by myself. He would say no, unless I swore I loved him under God. I hated God by then, so I complied. That never got me anywhere.
I had severe crying spells at his house. He would chase me up and down the stairs, until I got ahead enough to shut my door. If I tried to lock the door, he would threaten to take the door off; I wanted the door on in case he tried to physically hurt me. I would duck under my covers and suppress my tears until he thought I was ok and left. I would then let it all out again.
He then slept with a fourteen-year-old when I was thirteen. I was in the house at the time. He was arrested the week before I started eighth grade. He finally got out after five years.
When I was seventeen, I started having nightmares that he tried to kill me. I hoped that it would come true. He has left me severely depressed and I want to kill myself everyday. AND WHAT GETS ME IS THE FACT THAT HE DOESN'T WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO ME.
had been emotionally abused as a child for nine years by my father. The only
creature who knew was my Jossee, a cat who died when I was ten.
week ago, I finally got to tell someone. I was in a psych ward for suicide and
I was asked about my childhood. I confessed I was abused to them, but didn't
really tell them how.
For the next few days I opened up parts of me that I kept closed from prying eyes and ears. It felt good to have someone I didn't know what happened to me. I am not completely healed, but I feel better about my abuse after that nine-day stay at the hospital.
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Child abuse story from Stacey was re-formatted June 10, 2015
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