Child Abuse Story From Anonymous19

by Anonymous
(Location Undisclosed)

This is a hard thing to write. Most of the time I say to myself, it's all me and it was not abuse at all. I get so confused sometimes. Like today, I was feeling that maybe it wasn't as bad as I think, so I went on the Net to see what child abuse really is, and found this site. So, I thought I'd write my story.

I grew up in a big family. When I was little I always remember having a sister. My family said we were twins. She was the same age as me, and we did everything together and helped each other. Then one day she was gone. I never saw her again. My parents said she died and I was never to say her name again. A few times I did say her name and was hit for it. I was sad from this day. I felt like my heart had been ripped out.

When I went to school, my mother always said to me, talk to no one. I was never allowed to have any friends and was told that everyone was out to get us. I love sports and remember asking my family if I could join the school team. I was told no.

I never talked because at school my family said I was not to talk, and at home I was too scared to. The only time we were out of the house was at school.

I would sit at school and watch all the other kids playing and talking and laughing and having fun. I wanted that, but I had an older brother and sister, and if they saw me at school talking to someone they would tell my mum and dad.

I remember one time my mother was cutting my brother's hair and I was sitting watching her. I did something wrong and she picked up the broom and hit me in the head. She slit my head open, and then she put powder in it to stop it bleeding.

There were a number of a times when they said I did something wrong and hit me with a thin leather cord and sometimes with a wooden stick. There were a few times they kept me from school because I had marks from them.

My mother always told me I would never be good enough to do anything with my life. She said too that if I left home I would die in the gutter somewhere.

I never got hugs from my parents, and my father never told me he loved me. I can only remember once my mum said that. My brother always hurt me, and my parents never stopped it. I would get hit by my parents because they said I must have done something to my brother.

Sorry that I have written way too much. I just need to get all this out there because my family doesn't talk to me now. They say it's all my fault, and I guess I need to know that they were in the wrong too.

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