Child Abuse Story From Alyssa
by Alyssa
(Location Undisclosed)
21 years of mixed emotions. From the stories that my mom has told me to what I remember, my parents used physical punishment for everything. My mom told me that when I was 3 she "laid in on me big time" because I was unrolling the glue stick too much. She said that she hit me so hard that she broke a blood vessel in her hand and told me I couldn't sit for a couple of days without crying. After she told me this, she stated that she was sorry. But, I just couldn't forgive her (and don't know if I should). She was only apologizing for that one time, how about all of the other times? How about now?
For many years, I thought what they did to me and my brother was normal. What I hated the most was when she hit me and did not tell me why. For instance, when I was 7ish, I was talking to a new girl that was about my age in front of our house. When I was done, I was so excited that I made a friend (did not have many when I was little) that I wanted to tell my mom. However, when I saw her face I knew that I did something wrong, I just didn't know what. She took my upstairs to my room and told me to undress while she got dad's belt. This is the part I hated the most, it was a humiliating feeling to get undress (especially when I was older). When she came back, she beat me with that belt on my bare body for at least 15 min non-stop. Since she said nothing to me, I figured that making friends was a bad thing, therefore I never talked to that girl ever again. But, it didn't stop then. When I was a junior in high school, I got off of the bus and immediately when I got inside she had a belt in her hand. Till this day I still don't know what I did. When I do ask, all she would say is, what is 2 + 2? Obviously, she wasn't looking for the mathematical answer. I had to try and understand what she was talking about. I hated that game. I always lost.
Through the years, as my brother and I got older the punishments increased. I remember getting in trouble at least 3 times a week (wonder if this is really abuse). It was first the hand, then my mom bought a paddle. However, the paddle only lasted for a year or so because she broke it on my brother (He was maybe 9). So then came the belt, first the leather part, then the buckle. I was always covered in bruises and marks. I hurt for days after being hit. Then by the time I start to feel better I some how get myself into trouble again. Also after an intense beating or yelling I would physically get sick with flu like or cold like symptoms. I knew that it was all in my head, but I just could not help it. I feel like crap afterwards.
However, the part that hurts the most was my parents fighting. The yelling, screaming, and staying up all night to make sure that they wouldn't hurt each other. My dad has also tried to commit suicide multiple of times. I believe I have tried stop him at least 5 times, starting at the age of 10. It seemed like he tried everything from using a knife, gun, jumping from high places, to suffocation. After an age (upper high school), I started not to care. I just wanted it to be over (selfish right?). Happy, sad, happy, sad....I started to go numb. I started to not feel anything anymore and that is how I am today.
I am so confused on how I should feel. Through all of this, they tell me that we are a "true" family. If this is how a family is suppose to be, then I don't want one! I hate living in fear and continuously feeling like I am walking on eggshells. I know, I am an adult now (21) and I don't have to deal with it anymore. I have my own apartment and going to college, but I am not completely on "my own". I go back to make sure all is well, to make sure that I am there when things go bad in order to keep them from doing something they will regret. While I am back at home I listen to their hurtful words and feeling their wrath when things aren't going well. Don't get me wrong, we have good times and those memories I am trying to keep alive. Therefore, I would rather take a punch then see my parents dead as a result of a bad argument and knowing I could have stopped it. I wonder if I'm crazy. If I'm technically "asking for it" because I go back. If I'm stupid for thinking this way. They have done so much for me, should I just forget about it and let it go or so to say "take the good with the bad". 21 years of mixed emotions. Thanks for listening.
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