Child Abuse Story from Cassidy S
by Cassidy S
I don't really remember much but i know some of what happened. When i turned six, i moved in with my dad, brother, and his wife(at the time). At first it was just a slap here and there. My brother was also getting abused. He is three years older than me and had been abused before i got there, but i dont know for how long. Anyways she never did anything when my dad was around. Soon it became worse and i ended up with bruises. She always told my dad i fell, or bumped into something. I didnt deny it because she had threatened to kill me and my brother. One day she and my dad were fighting, and he ran out of the house, she yelled my name because i was hiding in my room because of all the yelling. I didnt come out so she came in and dragged me out. This time the abuse was worse and she also hurt my brother. When i was about 7 or 8 i was in the second grade, and was having trouble learning. I also had to go to speech therapy. I was trying to get my work done before my dad came home otherwise when he wasnt around i would get hit. My brother was outside untangling our dog, because he had wrapped the leash around the porch. I wasnt having trouble and wouldnt sit still. The next thing i know i am being yelled and then she grabbed my arm and pulled me up so i was standing. She was still yelling at me and started twisting my arm. Soon i heard a pop and my arm was full of pain. She stopped yelling and said she was sorry. She had broken my arm but said i had tripped on some boxes. The lie had stuck, but i told my younger sister who lived with my birth mother. She believed me of course because even though we were only half related(by mother) we were born 18 months apart to the day and have a special connection like twins. Soon i started having stress seizures because of it. She once choked me so bad i almost died. She gave my brother a black eye just because he forgot something in the basement. IT kept getting worse, and once my dad found her choking my brother. He was furious, but didnt do anything. Since he had found out it kept getting worse. It didnt stop even when we were living in a friends yard in a half camper. But one day i was in class and my teacher noticed my bruises and asked me about it. I had started crying and told her what happened. She called social services and we were taken away and put into our mother's care. One thing i never did was get therapy for it. I was afraid of everyone after that and barely ate any food. Even now i am still afraid she will come back. She only went to jail for 4 months. I still have nightmares about her destroying my life again. She has left her mark on me because when i get angry or touch something soft, i get this urge to hurt it. But i dont i know from experience. Most people are surprised when i tell them what happened but them they start to pity me and i get mad about that. I also have rare moments when i can not control my nerves and scratch myself till i leave lots of red marks, but i dont want my mom and step-dad to worry so i hide them. Although i think it affected me more because i didnt have anyone to talk to, while my brother had his friends. I am now turning 15 soon, it will be five years since then in October. I call myself Five-niner, meaning it has been five years since it stopped and nine years since it had begun. My brother is graduating this year and he made it. I am Cassidy and my brother is R--- and we are child abuse survivors, and this is our story.  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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