Child Abuse Story From Allie

by Allie
(Indiana, USA)

this feels weird to talk about...i'd always had a really close-knit family..i really loved all of them. then on my 7th birthday i went to my grandma's house. all of my cousins and everyone were there. my cousin told everyone he and i were going into the play room to read the new books i got for my birthday. he took off his pants and told me to play with his penis. then he told me to take off my pants..and he just poked around for awhile. he did this probably every month for three years. he was seven years older than me. when i turned ten, he raped me. he continued this until i was 14 years old. i've just recently told my parents about this. i'm 17 now.

when i started high school, a family friend started coming over a lot when i was home alone, unannounced. then he started raping me, twice a week (when my parents worked) for about six months. he died in a car accident. my parents will never know about what he did to me.

meanwhile...my mom wasn't exactly my main support system. she used to beat me every night. i've had three concussions from her slamming my head into a wall. i've had to repaint my room three times because of the blood. when i was in 8th grade, me and my mom got in a car accident. i jumped in front of her body because her air bag didn't work. the only reason she is alive is because of me. she had told me every day since my recovery that she wishes i would have died back in that accident. she constantly tells me how i'm such a screw up and she wishes i was never born. i don't get what i did to make her hate me so much.