Child Abuse Story From Ami

by Ami
(Illinois, USA)

My evil abuser: 
My dad started physically abusing me when I was 3 years old and kept doing it until I was 13. If I did something wrong-like break a toy or spill some water on the carpet-he would pick me up and bring me up to his room. It became like a ritual.

He would say: "Why must I disciple you?"

I would say: "Because I am a bad girl and I broke my toy."

Then I would have to strip down to bare skin. Then he would say: "Belt, wrench, or yardstick?" I would go find my choice, and then my dad would beat my butt with it until it turned purple. Then he would make me sit naked on the wooden kitchen table for 1 hour, or til he thought I had learned my lesson. Then, he would have me return to his room and he would use his bare hand on me. This hurt the worst because my skin was already tender.

When I was 13, we started having to change for gym class and my teacher saw my scars and bruises and I was put in foster care.

I am now 32 years old. I don't even know if my dad is alive.

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