Child Abuse Story From Caleb
by Caleb
(Tennessee, USA)
This is not an easy thing to do for me especially since i'm about to bear my soul on a website so i ask for a little compassion and empathy.
So, i've been physically, verbally, and emotionally abused by my dad and my stepdad. It started with my dad when i was about 15 or 16 because he wanted me to play football in high school and i couldn't do it because the previous year at my middle school i was walking home and i was grabbed and raped and severly beaten up and left on the ground. I never found out who it was and i never saw his face. So with that in mind, i could not play football at my high school because of that reason and i had just started a new school and everyone hated me and i was made fun of and harrassed all the time about being gay and there were jokes being told in the locker room and everybody just went out of there way to beat the hell out of me but this wasn't the first time because back in about 5th or 6th grade i was harrassed alot and got into 2 fights and got beaten up pretty bad both times so being shoved into a wall by my dad wasn't the first time i had experienced someone's anger and wrath. My dad and me continued to have a bad relationship throughout my 16th year and i became more rebellious and severely depressed. During my 16th year, i met a guy at my school and he was the first friend i made after being in high school for 2 years and we became friends and one day he invited me over and molested me and made me watch porn with him. I continued to slide into depression and i began to hate everything. I started smoking weed and drinking alot. I acted out at home alot more because of my parents being divorced i had to travel back and forth between houses and it was like 2 different atmospheres. At my dads there was alot of tension and anxiety. My stepmom never talked to me. She suffers from bipolar. The only time i talked to my dad is when i was lashing out at him for divorcing my mom when i was just 2 years old and i blamed myself. At my mom's house everything was happy and loving. My mom and stepdad were wealthy so we lived in a nice neighborhood but i was ignored and left behind for my 2 younger siblings who got all the attention so i spent most of the time in my room crying and writing about how much i hated my life. I began to develop a severe hatred for my mom because she had basically abandoned me after the divorce along with my dad because i almost never saw him and i felt like my mom was more worried about her happiness than taking care of me. When i was about 17, my stepdad hit me for the first time and he along with my dad yelled at me saying awful things to me like "your not a good person" "you suck" "f**k you" "no wonder you don't have any friends". Things like that all the time. While my mom just stood there and watched it happen. In that same year, my dad became alot more agressive towards me, shoving me and punching me and pushing me into walls along with my stepdad. At the time i was taking ambien for insomnia and ptsd. I couldn't take it anymore and i downed a whole bunch of them i can't even remember how many and i just wanted to die. I oded. My dad found me and put me in the shower and i regained consciousness. I was extremely sad and lonely and just hurting so bad. During my 18th year, i attempted suicide at least 5 or 6 more times. Once more by taking antidepressants and the other times by putting a rope around my neck and just pulling as hard as i could but eventually my arms would get tired and i had to stop.
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