Child Abuse Story From Christina O
by Christina O
(Fort Worth, Texas, USA)
Butterflies
AKA the bad preacher's kid:
Life is very fuzzy from the beginning. I remember so much but I can't seem to put it in order. I was adopted at the age of 2 1/2 years. My birth mom, as I knew her growing up, described from my adopted parents, was a drug head. My dad an alcoholic and headed straight to hell. I remember someone trying to drown me in the bath tub for not giving them a blow job. I can't see the face. I can only feel the grip they have on my face to keep me under water...I have now met my birth family, and to this day nobody can answer my question of who this might have been. But the true abuse that I can bravely voice and not hide any more is what I experienced after I was adopted....
I remember my oldest brother shoving his c**k down my throat and getting a pubic hair stuck in my teeth, my youngest brother that is now a preacher!!! Hahaha I laugh and that fool and the s**t that he has caused, the one person he thinks he can hide all his s**t from, is the ONE that I hope sends his a** to hell...Jeremy would come into my room, close the door, act like he was gonna play Barbie with me and then tell me to pull all my clothes off, face the closet, and he would fondle me and I could hear him jerking off...funny that I didn't know what all that was then. I didn't even know that it was bad.
My dad was a preacher. My brothers were 16 and 13, and I was 4 so I never thought that anything they were doing would hurt me, until the day that I told my mom of my brother coming in to play Barbie. And then the events that followed: My dad tied me up to the bed with my jump rope and beat me. His exact words were: "You have ruined this family. You are nothing but a liar. I will beat you til you can't even sit in your chair and can't even walk!" And yes, that is what he did. I couldn't even sit on the toilet. When I tried to put toilet paper on my legs so I wouldn't get blood on my bed, I got beat again...sucks, I know, but the hardest part is over. I confronted my whole family, lost them all, and now look like a fool all over again. Better yet, I CAN NOW BE MYSELF!!!
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