Child Abuse Story From AlwaysAnonymous
by AlwaysAnonymous
(USA)
I can't hide this in any longer. When I was around 2, I used to self inflict myself. Then, my dad and mom started beating me. First they just told me to take off my bottoms-underwear and all. Then they hit me with the metal part of the belt. But then they hit me with bats, slippers, poles, wood things, anything they could get hold of. I thought it was normal to get hit, and that it was my fault why I was hit. But, it seemed to get worse. Like one day, again, I don't know why.
My dad hit me against the doorknob and made my mouth pour out blood. Then he told me if I were to tell anyone, I would get in even more trouble. Then he would hit me against the wall, slap me across the face, and even punch me. Then my parents started having late shifts and my cousin started to babysit me.
Everything was as usual, all the beatings before I got there, the beating when I got there, but then there was the night time. My cousin began touching me. I was four at the time, and didn't think it was wrong. But he wouldn't stop and kept on doing that. I told him no, but he kept going. Then he went all the way. This happened several more times as he so-called 'baby sat' me.
I started getting depressed. I even told my parents, but my parents just said I was mental and that I needed help and that I didn't deserve to live and have this great family. I started cutting myself. I even made several attempts to kill myself. But I couldn't because it was too selfish of me if I did that. The school found out about me cutting myself, but I had this feeling that I had to protect everyone, so I lied and said some random showed me how to do it and I liked it. Ever since then, my parents have been emotionally abusing me. They tell me I'm not worth it, that I'm fat and I need surgery. I'm only 14.I'm living this lie-telling everyone it's all good.
My parents expect me to have A's all the time. If I have lower than an A, they hit me and say you're "stupid as fuck." And I always have A's, except for once or twice. All they say is, "Finally, you're doing something good in your life."
I can't talk to anyone about this, and not only that, I bottle everything in until I burst out, breaking down randomly. I can't ask for help, because I have that need to protect them. All I care about is my brother. My brother even tells lies to them and tells them I hit him, so they spank me and hit me with combs, brushes, whatever, even if I explain to them. But, my brother is somehow the closest thing to me.
Sorry for the long story,
<33AlwaysAnonymous
Reply from Darlene: Your parents are NOT telling you the truth. I think you've come to believe the lies your parents have been telling you. I think you believe you are worthless and unworthy of help. I think you are afraid of your parents and what they might do if you tell. I think you are afraid of what will happen to you if tell. I think these are the reasons you won't get help for yourself.
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