Child Abuse Story From Blair1
by Blair
(USA)
As far back as I can remember, I have endured abuse at the hands of my narcissistic mother. I suffered from two kinds, psychological, and occasionally, physical abuse. I can vividly recall many instances in early childhood when my mother would scream horrible things to me, and grab a hold of my arm, digging her fingernails deeply into my fragile flesh, and jerk me around and around. Once, she even told me that she hated me. When I was eleven, I finally confided in my school guidance counselor.
She reported my mother, but ultimately, she only attended one anger management class. Over the next several years, she continued with her relentless mental torture, calling me stupid, fat, etc. Any time she saw an opportunity to tear me down, she took it! Powerless to stop her, and unable to vent my own anger in a healthy way, I began to cut myself.
At age seventeen, I told my doctor about my situation, and was referred to a professional therapist. Now I am eighteen, still live with my mother, and work hard to improve myself each day. I suffer from clinical depression, anxiety, paranoia, and panic attacks. I can barely remember my childhood from the ages of seven to twelve, because I have repressed a lot of memories from that time.
I have also had time to reflect on my mother's past, and I believe she has issues of her own that remain unresolved. That does not excuse what she has done to me, but I no longer want nor will I accept her apology. She consistently denies that she has ever hurt me, and I don't expect her to ever realize that she has.
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