Child Abuse Story From Antigone

by Antigone L. White
(Columbus, Mississippi, USA)

Child Torture:  
I was only a baby when the abuse began. I don't remember much, but the last years of my pain I do remember.

I can recall being scared to get dirty and play because I knew my momma would beat me till I could not feel anything. She would tie me up to the bed so that I could not move, so that I could only go around in a circle.

I didn't experience the "all-American" childhood life, because at just six years of age, I was terrified. She would sit on me and make me eat cold grits, not in the morning, but in the night. And she was a big woman.

I recall one time when she had me take a bath. When I got out, she beat me while I was wet. I didn't know a lot then, like I do now. I used to think that it was all my fault, especially at such a young age.

Another time, she rammed my head into a TV, and I ended up with a bruise above my eyebrow. That's when I began to wear bangs to cover up my scar. I would have to wear stockings and turtlenecks when it was hot. That was her way of hiding the bruises. I suffered so much torture from her. Even though at six years old I was ordered to stay with my daddy and his mom—I was raised by them—I still cried for her for about five years.

Now I am 19 years old. I had a baby when I was 16, but I didn't fail school. I graduated on time. Now I attend a community college. My major is nursing.

My mom and I don't talk, but I still love her.

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