Child Abuse Story From Cassidy
by Cassidy
(USA)
My mom and dad split up so I went from house to house every week when one week my dad left to the store and my uncle watched me. He told me it was my fault that my mom and dad split and he started to hurt me. He used a knife a belt his fists and feet to hurt me along with his words saying "your worthless" and "no one cares about you" and other expressions. He eventually got into sexual abuse. And so on then I wasn't aloud to see my dad anymore because of a different reason. So I was with my mom and step-dad. I started to forget my uncle and father and started to make friends but then my neighbor started to touch me and try to get me to take off my clothes and I refused but they tried to make me or do it them selves. I eventually left and got into school. (yes I wasn't on school when all this happened) everything was ok till my dad started to try and take custody over me again. He called sent presents in the mail and tried to come to our house a few times. My mom and dad kept him away though and he started to fade away. I started to have trouble in school not turning in assignments, going to the principals office, and not listen to my teacher. I also got in trouble at home not listening to my parents, and being mean to my little brother. Why was I acting like this you ask. Well a few weeks earlier than this stuff started I found a pack of cigarettes in my moms coat pocket(my mom swore to never smoke and she doesn't like people who smoked)
So I got really confused and got distracted from school hung out with the populars and got mad at my parents. But after a few months everything calmed down and I was put in counciling. Two and a half years later my mom started drinking and my dad got mad that he couldn't drink because he was an achohalic. My mom started getting mad at my little brother for no reason and being the kind of person I am I stood up for him and took care of him told him it was okay. Sure I was the one who got grounded and yelled at and hit but my brother wasn't. Then my dad started to get mad at me because I would argue with my mom (because of my brother) and he started to abuse me call me names and give me the belt. My mom left to go to bars and my dad left just to get away. I was stuck at home doing the chores taking care of my brother doing homework cooking dinner and taking care of our dog and cat. I distanced myself from my friends and focused on my brother, me, and our home. My parents started arguing (I consider my step-dad my father) and getting in fights. my mother started crying more and more and I started talking less and less. My brother started having nightmares. My parents went to marriage classes they became a team and we became a family. Just when everything was good we fell apart and my step-dad started to belt my brother on the back (he was about 5 and I was about 10) I would stand in front of my brother to make sure he wasn't the one getting hurt and I was. Things stayed like this until my parents went into classes and changed their life around. Well one of them did my step-dad would hurt me behind my moms back. he does it less and less though. I am currently in 7th grade and am 12 years old. And my real dad is fighting for custody again my stepdad hurts me every once and a while. I take care of my brother still and maintaining about a B+ average in all of my classes. I am happy with my life because most of all the people around me love me and thats a lot more than what I started with. :)
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