Child Abuse Story From Ally
by Ally
(South Africa)
I emigrated at the age of 6, but from the age of 4, I had a psychotic stepfather. You learn to not lose anything, break anything, make any noise (not even cry, or he would give you something to cry about). A few of the times that I remember, he would beat me so bad I couldn't go to school. When at school you can't tell the teachers because you don't speak the language and you have a sense of fear that lasts for 5 long years. You start to think it's normal and you learn to show no fear. You watch him break your mom's nose and beat her up.
Eventually he leaves your mom with 3 kids, whom she does not look after. You have to teach yourself to brush your teeth and brush your hair and look after your younger siblings. Then she starts dating men. Some are nice, but don't last long. Some turn out to be evil in disguise. One molested me for 2 years whenever my mom was at work, which was all the time. She's a workaholic. She believes if she provides food, money and a roof over your head, she's done her job.
One day when I was 11, this man hit her. I called the cops, and he moved out the same day. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Eventually you learn to just do what needs to be done. Just when you think it's going to be fine, she marries again. This time to a man younger than her, a man that has never had kids. So he doesn't know how to act or talk, so he tries to put you down and calls you stupid. He soon leaves.
When you are 13, all this bombards on you at once and your mom tells you that you were a mistake, and denies that her ex could have ever abused me. And you start rebelling and doing dangerous things because you figure "How much worse can it get?" Then after a year or two of going in a downward spiral, you realise it could get a lot worse. Eventually, I figured out that it's not anybody's fault and I had to move on and stop sulking.
I've been happy for a few years, but now I can't stop worrying about meaningless stuff and I freak out when I loose anything and it's all coming back to haunt me. It's not fair. I thought I got over it. But then again, life is not fair. What can you do?
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