Child Abuse Story From Anonymous

by Anonymous
(Sydney, Australia)

Could This Get Any Worse:  
I'm the eldest of three children. Ever since I was 7 years old, my mum would beat me. She told me we didn't have enough money for me to go to school, only my brother and sister, so I had to stay home. She would make me work and do the laundry, and if it wasn't clean enough for her, she would beat me up so bad, I'd have bruises everywhere.

My dad would see me being abused, but he never did anything about it. They would mock me and humiliate me in front of friends and family and they wouldn't care if they hit me in front of them.

One day, I was helping my sister do her homework when Dad came home, yelling at me. He dragged me upstairs by the hair and threw me on the floor. He yelled out things like "you're the reason of my problems." He'd throw anything at me, anything that would inflict most pain. He then lit his cigarette and burnt my back. I would always ask them to stop. And I never knew why they treated me the way they did.

My mum would sell me to people for drugs, and would beat me if I resisted. One day when no one was home, I managed to get out of the house and go to the police. I told them what happened, so they investigated my parents. Of course, they lied and said I got beat up by people on the streets. When the police left, I had the worse night of my life. My dad hit me over and over til I bled. My mum would always blame me, and then she'd strangle me. At that point I just wished they killed me so I wouldn't go through the pain they put me through. They chained me up in the basement for two days and I was given dog food. Then Dad slammed me to the floor and shaved all my hair off, and then he peed on me.

When they took me out of the basement, they made me serve them, cook for them and basically be their slave, and if I didn't do what they wanted they'd beat me. The abuse went on for years.

I found out I'm adopted because they thought they wouldn't be able to produce a child of their own. It became more apparent to me why it was so easy for them to hurt me so bad. I turned to alcohol and drugs, but I realised that's not the answer to my problems.

I am now 15 and I am getting professional help. I am on the road to recovering. Thanks for taking the time to read my life.

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