Child Abuse Story From Ana
by Ana
(Oakland, Califorina, USA)
As many immigrants looking for a better life, my parents came to U.S.A. We are originally from EL SALVADOR. I was only 3 when my dad left our country. When I turned 5, my mom left our country and left my two older brothers and I in charge of my half sister Patricia. I have another half sister. Her name is Liz. She is the oldest of all of us, but at the time, she was too busy working and taking care of her grandparents and her 1-year-old baby. Even though Patricia had two babies, she didn't have a job or a place to stayed, so my parents think that she will be good for the job of taking care of my two brothers and I.
At the beginning, the relationship between Patricia, my two brothers and I, it was ok. But suddenly she start to change and become aggressive. Everything we do, it was wrong. At first, she will start yelling at us and call us names like "stupid", "dumb", "idiots." And then the physical abuse started. Soon the fights between my two brothers and Patricia started. Those fights always finished when someone was bleeding or very badly injured. Then my older brother Bruno start stealing the money that my parents send to my half sister so that she buy food, clothes, pay bills and school for us.
I was 6. My brother Bruno started to sexually abuse me. He take out my shirt and than pulled down my pants and underwear than he tall me to lay down on the bed. He also removed all his clothes he start kiss me all over my body. He penetrate me. I comply. Because of the pain, he apologize to me and take himself out of me. Every time we were alone, it was always the same. He also made me use my mouth on him. The sexual abuse continue until I turn 7.
Later, my two brothers spend more time outside the house, but always keep stealing the money from Patricia. Then she become a prostitute so she can earned money. The sexual abuse started again. Patricia also physically abuse me and emotionally too.
I come to the U.S.A when I was 14. I try to kill myself many times. Right now I suffer from depression and I been diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). Right now, I under treatment with a counsellor.
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