Child Abuse Story From Cassie

by Cassie
(Austin, Texas, USA)

I was abused from long as I can remember as a child. My father was always a violent raging alcoholic, yet never actually hit me. That all changed when I was 5.

He went from yelling at me and locking me in closets, to beating me on a daily basis. If he couldn't find something I did wrong, he would simply make something up. I also suffered an injury when I was 5 as a result of being in a car with him when he was drunk. Due to this I have limited use of my right side and left arm to this day.

I was about 8 when he began sexually abusing me. One night, he insisted that he would give me a bath instead of my mother. She was far too afraid to argue with him, so she didn't really make a big deal about it. I, on the other hand, didn't want him seeing me bare. Due to the trauma I had endured, I almost never spoke, but when he told me he was going to bathe me I simply said, "Mommy." He then told me if I fought him he'd "cripple me the rest of the way." I cried as he touched me and fondled my genitals.

After that, he would give me a bath and touch me almost every night. My mother knew something was wrong. Usually, when he was not there, I was happy as any kid, even with a disability I was always happy when he left. I felt safe. But once he started to sexually abuse me, I was always depressed. I even turned cold against my mother. I knew she knew what was happening, and I hated her for not helping me. I wouldn't even look at her.

As time moved on, I became more angry and rebellious. I stopped caring if my father beat me. He'd call me "crip" due to my shaky slow way of walking, yet I ignored everyone's existence, even his. When he'd come into my bedroom and start to touch me, I would fight, kicking and biting him. As a result he would simply beat me into submission.

Then when I was 12, he went too far. He was angry because I had gotten a 93 percent on a test. That day, he punched me so hard in the stomach that my spleen ruptured. He panicked when I fell unconscious. He called 911. In the hospital after surgery to have my spleen removed, the doctor was shocked at the marks all over my body. A few days later, a lady from CPS came and questioned me. I spoke to her and told the truth to protect my mother. The cops soon arrived. He was sentenced to 56 years in prison for drugs and child abuse.

I now live with my mother in Texas, and life is pretty pleasant. Now I know I am safe.

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