Child Abuse Story From Charlotte4

by Charlotte
(Location Undisclosed)

When i was growing up i had one brother and seven sisters. All of them except for me had been exposed to the physical abuse of my mothers second husband. I was born only a year after my mothers third marriage, to my father. As it turns out this was not a blessing but a curse in the way that I recieved the blunt of his emotional, sexual, and physical abuse. There are countless events that help to explain how my father was abusive but here are just a few examples:

My father worked in a buisness he owned makinmg him his own boss. This caused him to work early in the morning and late into the nights. So when he was woken up at a time inconvienuent to him he would show how that made him feel. Like the time I came downstairs to pee in the middle of the night. I was only 4 or 5 and weighed 50 pounds. When I went to walk out of the bathroom trying to be as quiet as posible, but obviously not quiet enoughf, I found a very angry dad waiting with his leather belt. The one with the 4 inch long CHEVY metal sighn. He took the belt and wrapped it around my neck and pulled it tight, without saying a word. After he lifted me off the ground and hung me for a few minutes I blacked out.

I like to think this scene is the last that went threw his mind when he was hanging himself only 8 years later, when i was 12.

His physical abuse was not nearly the worst of it i would have had to say his words hert at much as daggers, until he molested me when i was 6 and i knew what real pain was.

Not litteral pain but the pain of being ashamed to look in the mirror, or say my name out loud. I was too scared to tell anyone about it because he made threats to do it to my other sisters, so I kept my mouth shut. I could never alow that to happen to anyone.

My fathers abuse stands out more in my mind, but my mothers neglect was what finally caused me to crack after my fathers suicide. Having been left at home starving for weeks i fainally decided to get help. i went to my school councelor only two years after my fathers death when my mother's alcoholism had reached it's peak and her mixers of pain killers and muscle relaxers had caused her to have several seizers.

When i went to the school councelor I was not taken sceriously. After the fact that i was not going to get help and i would be stuck in the hellish mess and squaller i was living in for the next 4 years i lost hop. That was the first time i tryed to commit scuicid.

I am proud to say now that i was not sucesful(OBVIOUSLY!) and i never turned to alcohol of drugs, which is more that i can say about all 8 of my siblings who have all passed by either overdose, or suiced.

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