Child Abuse Story From Carrie
by Carrie
I was adopted when I was only three days old, when I was three my mother pulled me across a parking lot leaving huge cuts on my knees and she was called for child abuse but the police did nothing about i becUse they had no prove of this and I denied the abuse because I had no idea what was gojng on.....My mother never truly loved me when I was old enough to understand she told me that I was adopted and was not hers. I am fifteen years old now and a lot has changed. in eighth grade my best friend told me that my mom was not right.My mother ysed to scream and yell at me and call me worthless and say I was nothing. In seventh grade I was only a few min late to her car and on the way home she began hitting me and pulling my hair while driving and when I cried she would only laugh and say that i needed to stop crying becauze it was a sign of weakness. After my frined told me I knew I had to tell an adult and I couldnt tell my father because he only just protected her. i told my teachser about it my teacher did all she could but she said I would have to tell someone in my family and thats when i drew the line. During this i began to cut my wrists because it made the pain go away. My friend made me stop the cutting for a while but during the summer I got into a car wreck and my aunt is my chiropractor and my friend made me tell my aunt about my moms abuse. At first my aunt could do jothing I thought it would be the same as last time just having someone to talk to about my mother and father but it wasnt. My dad found out about everything and I told him I wanted my mother gone because she was hurting me but he couldnt let her go. i began cutting cutting again onowinv that it would be like all my Parents other fights when my mom would screAm and yell and my dad would just forgive her like what she did had no negative affect on me. I began having to live with my aunt and uncle because of the law and my counseler believed I shouldnt see my mother. i stopped the cutting because my aunt and uncle told me I couldnt stay If I countinued and I did not want to go back home. me and my aunt got really close and my dad finally sae how terrible my mother got it was gojng well until my dad started guilting me about not going home and ruining everyones life thats when I began to cut on my hips my friend told my aunt about the cuts and she always asks me about them and the other night she began to cry saying that she hated when I did it and I felt so terrible I felt as if I was ruining everyoned life just as my dad had said and I am beginning to now have severe suividal thoughts but never act in them. Life Isnt very easy anymore I dont feel like i ever got to be a real kid.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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