Child Abuse Story From Carol F
by Carol F
(Ontario, Canada)
Unfortunately I am one of those people to have suffered such abuse...first at the hands of my mother for reasons I never knew. I always felt safe when my dad was around. That was the only time my mom never laid a hand on me. School used to be my outlet. My place to get away from the awful home life I had and away from the abuse I was exposed too. I always read a lot of books just to escape the real world. My mother blames me for everything gone wrong in her life. It seems like that to me, and I know she definitely favors her sons...my brothers...more than she does my sister and I. It shows in everything she says and does. I know I have a whole different set of rules to live by with her...like for instance...as long as I keep my mouth shut she's happy. Otherwise, if I say something she doesn't like, she disowns me until she sees fit. And she lets everyone else believe that I am the bad guy and she's the innocent one.
It wasn't only major emotional abuse my mother put me through...it was also physical abuse. She broke my arm and wrist already. And I recall times when I would try and run away and hide under the bed, but she would always get a broom or a stick to hit me with under the bed. I really believe she hates me and I always wonder why???
I was also abused by my uncle. Sexually abused. It was the most horrible experience of my life and the most painful one. I still feel shame thinking about it. I have just recently started counselling sessions, and I have to admit that it is hard work and it's draining but I am hoping it will help me deal with the abuses I have suffered at the hands of the people who are supposed to protect me and help me deal with the issues I am having in my current relationships because of the abuse. I still wonder why I feel so angry all the time, when at those times I don't have reason to be?!
I no longer want or have my mother in my life because I chose to have it like that. I think for my mental health it's better to stay away from her because all she does is bring out the bad in me and makes me feel so awful about myself and my life.
As for my uncle...I can't confront him because he died already. That kind of made me feel glad because he wasn't around to hurt anyone else anymore, and at the same time...guilty for feeling and thinking like that.
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