Child Abuse Story From Amy2
by Amy
My parents use to fight continuously. There was never a night when screams couldn't be heard from the household. The police were often called and I always had to be in the middle of it. This was probably since I was eight. My parents were also extremely dirty people, the house remained filthy and there was never even an attempt to clean it. I can remember the health department came and told them to remove the toys from the yard because of the buildup of dirt and the amount of mosquitoes. My father always walked around with his shoes falling apart, bleach-stained shirts and pants. He would chew tobacco that would always end up everywhere. Sometimes when he was angry he would spit it on me. My parents never paid attention to keeping me clean, and as every parent knows unless you set a bath time for your child... at eight they aren't bathing. I never brushed my teeth, combed my hair, or showered. My parent's never cared or said a word. I took comfort in eating, and they never even said anything when I was an eight-year-old girl grabbing her second plate of dinner or just completely picking out. I became almost 135 pounds at 8-years-old. Because I was never properly taught to clean, I often would leave messes around the house. If I left my toys out, my father would grab me by the hair and throw me on the floor and start kicking me. As I got older it elevated to him shoving my head in the toilet. He got very brave, he would even beat me in front of my brother's babysitters. He would often tell me how stupid I was, or compare me to other children I knew and tell me how much better they were than me. He was VERY controlling, I couldn't go anywhere or do anything unless I had permission. I remember being 12 and asking to go to a carnival with some girls from school. He told me no, not even giving a specific reason... as a joke he decided to tell me if I sucked off the dog he would let me go. I started crying, almost even tempted to do it because I was so lonely. He saw the desire in my eyes and then threw me on the floor and started beating me. My mother was no better, she defended him and only told me not to provoke him. He really shattered the relationship I had with her. When I would try to go out with her, he'd call maybe fifteen or twenty minutes in telling her to get home RIGHT NOW. He gave no reason why, and she just silently obeyed telling me "He wants us home, we need to go, don't provoke him." She was the same when he beat me. He often left bruises, busted lips, etc. She would tell me it was my fault because I started with him. "Starting" with him involved defending myself when he was cursing at me and saying horrible things or even just simply asking to go out somewhere. She always gave excuses. Since my brother was mentally retarded, she said that she needed my father to help support him and would get angry with me with I said I wanted to call the police when he would beat me. She said to stop making things so difficult. I'm older now, and i've lived with my boyfriend for the last six months. I constantly think about the abuse, and I can't hold a job because when customers get angry with me I start to cry. I have messed up views of sex and have a hard time getting aroused because I am use to sex with men in motels after knowing them for a few days. My life is just really hard to deal with. My father ruined my life forever and I will never forgive him. Even as an adult he still tries to abuse me. He use to call my cellphone saying my boyfriend is going to break up with me, tell me to go f**k myself, and that beauty school is for idiots like me. I am in cosmetology school trying to get my life together.  Note from Darlene: I welcome you to follow me on my Facebook page at Healing from Child Abuse. When you get there, don't forget to click onto the Become a Fan link. I hope to hear from you there!Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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