Child Abuse Story From A Girl
by Miss Girl
(Location Undisclosed)
I moved from a state to this state I live in now about 1 year ago because my dad was getting out of jail, and my mom was doing drugs. When my dad wasn't in jail or prison we lived with my aunts, uncles, grandma, and sometimes we spent the night with people I didn't even know (my mom's drug friends). My mom and I could not whatsoever get along, so there were constant fights since I was about 3 to 12 (I just turned 12). It was physical and emotional fights. She would hit me for no reason, throw stuff at me, hit me with whatever was in her reach, and she loved to kick. She would tell me I was stupid, ugly, no good, waste of air, bit*h, slut...etc. Nothing really positive. I know I'm not any of those thing. I'm actually really smart even though I don't go to school that much. I'm not ugly, I'm actually pretty (not trying to be blunt or anything). When I reached about 6 or 7, I sometimes started to hit her back, but I would rarely hit her because that would tick her off and more fighting.
My mom was always high on crystal meth, crack, cocaine, and pot. She would be up for days at a time, then sleep a lot! She was as skinny as a stick. We would drive in our old beat up car, driving her drug friends places, for drugs in exchange. Sometimes she went into their houses/apartments and leave me in the car and sometimes I would go with her and watch them do drugs.
I remember driving away from the cops on a couple of occasions.
I rarely went to school. When I was at school I had some bruises and scratches and I was massively withdrawn. I was super quiet and rarely said a word.
Like I said we lived with my aunts, uncles, and grandma, but when they had enough of us we left. When my dad was out of jail we usually moved into a crappy house and we lived there until we were kicked out for not paying the rent.
My mom never paid attention to me. I would go outside with my friends at 6-11 years old and not come back until about 11 or 12 at night. I was very young and I was hanging out with 14- to 17-year-olds. I was usually the only white one there. My family was worried about me because they were scared that my mom would forget to feed me or leave me somewhere, but I was a very smart kid and I always knew street smarts and knew how to take care of myself.
We lived with my aunt for about a month then she kicked us out of her house and she gave us about 500 dollars and we were on our way. We went to a different state.
My mom said she was gonna "change". She did for about a month, then I found her crack pot and confronted her about it, which caused a lot of fighting and screaming. I came to school with a black eye and bruised up arm.
The screaming/yelling is soo loud you can here it from down the street (says my friend). My mom has given me black eyes, a busted lip, bruises all over, a broken hand, broken fingers, cuts and more bruises.
Like one time she picked me up from school. I came to the car and got in. As we were driving she started yelling at me. I asked her what's the matter? She started cussing at me and then she attacked me right in the moving car. She slapped my face like 3 times and my shoulder too, and then she punched me in the nose. I could see the car about to hit another car. I grabbed the wheel to straighten it out. My mom grabbed the wheel back and started yelling at me, then punched me in the nose again. I grabbed my nose and started crying. When we pulled into the garage, I got out and she sat in the car (I think she was doing drugs). I went to my room and cried it all out.
I think about killing myself sometimes, even though I know I'm not gong to. I have "runaway" about 12 times and my mom always finds me. One time I slept outside.
I still go with my mom to go to her friends to get drugs, give them drugs, give them rides, watch them do drugs and give them money (my mom only gets 402 dollars a month for me and she doesn't work).
There is so much more I could tell you. I didn't even make a little hole in everything.
I have been sexually assaulted by many guys for about 1-2 years now. When I was about 5 my dad stuck his finger up my bottom and when he wasn't in jail, I used to take showers with him until I was about 5 or 6. I wonder if that that is sexual abuse.
I don't know if this is abuse because my mom sometimes has good times too. It starts with some laughs but usually ends with a fight.
Tonight I'm all alone. My mom went to go to a club with her friend. She probably won't be home until about 3 or 4 a.m. It's currently 1:41 a.m. I think I could go to sleep, but it's hard to sleep when you don't feel safe in your own house.
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