Child Abuse Story From Briana

by Briana
(Toledo, Ohio, USA)

As I'm writing this right now I'm 17 years old. I really didn't understand why I felt the way I felt until I had to write a report on child abuse for school. What I found out was that my mom was emotionally abusing me to keep me home. She tells me I can't have friends. I can't do anything, but she says it's because of my daughter.

See, I'm a teen mother who spent all her life at home, where my mom said I belonged, on the exception of school, that is. She said I wasn't allowed to have friends or go anywhere. I was the reason why everything went wrong in our family. Everything was my fault, it always has been, it always will be, and there's nothing I can do about it. She blames me for my brother's grades, the way he acts, the reason why he won't do his chores. Sometimes I think that if I die everything would be fine. She would be happy. But then my daughter would grow up telling people that her grandma drove her mother to kill herself. Then I won't be able to watch her grow up, so I'll stay for her. I'll grow for her. I'll live for my daughter.

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