Child Abuse Story From Aidan
by Aisling
(Boston, Massachusetts, USA)
It's hard for me to call it child abuse, because my father just did what he thought he was supposed to do. My dad is a sweet man, but he was raised in poverty in Belfast in a culture that taught him to use corporal punishment beyond what we now consider appropriate. The only punishment I ever received was the belt. He had me bend over the sink in the bathroom while he beat me. He always apologized for having to do it before he started, and I think he meant it, because he only ever looked sad, he never liked to beat me.
My mother died when I was a toddler, so he had nobody to help him decide what was appropriate. I would have purple marks from the middle of my back down almost to my knees for something I couldn't help, for example one time I lost my schoolbag with all my school books in it.
When I was 14, my dad met my step-mom, who is wonderful, and she was horrified at this type of punishment. I think Dad was relieved that she wanted him to stop. He told me a couple of years ago (I'm now 32) that he was sorry he was so hard on me, he just didn't know what else to do and he was worried I would be wild with no mother to look after me.
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