Child Abuse Story From Davina
by Davina
I never got the chance to grow up and experience what it was like to actually be a "kid". The word was so foreign to me throughout my childhood. I missed out on things that most kids got a chance to do in their lifetime...and it was because of the decisions my parents decided to follow through on that led to a chain reaction of events. The dominoes kept falling and it effected how my life turned out in the end. Growing up, I was the "nerd" in school but I was proud of that title, considering the fact that I was called so many foul names at home. I knew how to appreciate life from the micro things that one often overlooks when fully grown. Yet, my positive outlook towards the world soon changed when I realized the atrocities that were going on around me...especially when I was accused of crimes I never committed. My father had a real bent way of thinking, no one quite understood why he thought the things he thought or why he did the things he did. All that will ever remain truly clear is that he chose his path for not only him but my mother, brother, sister, and mine as well. He accused me of so many grotesque scenarios as well as my siblings/mother. He abused us not only emotionally but physically as well. There was no seizing the damage, no matter how hard we wished it away or prayed. Eventually it effected my mother's way of thinking, warping her mind in ways one couldn't possibly imagine. We did our best to survive off of the little income we had but his torture added on to the list of curses we felt could not be broken. By the time he was finished...he left us all scarred in one way another. It is believed I suffered the most trauma from the effect of all those years of living with that family. Though I have not seeked any psychiatric help since I have left the nightmare I relived every night,I wish to share my story in hopes of encouraging others out there that there is in fact hope. I went from being the well renown kid with a smile that left hearts full of warmth to the kid where no smile could be found in photographs. My father thought that people were constantly pursuing him and wished harm upon him...though in reality...it was only regular citizens going about their daily routines. A very superstitious man he was indeed..which goes for my mother as well. I was often late to class when I got to high school during my freshman year because they decided it would be best to take a different route because of black cats crossing the street..15 tardies was the result by the end of that year. Boy was I the lucky camper at school. Accusing me of being next to guys after school and then it got to the point of where I need not be seen by anyone, for I was automatically consulting with them about what went on at home. Accusing me of intercourse with my family along with my mother and brother. He had a lot of intellect and was awarded the "father of the year" inside most of my friend's minds throughout middle school. Oh how he knew how to conceal his wrong doings..strangling, kicking, punching, twisting, being pointed a gun at, the alcohol consumption..I never thought I would escape that hell hole. Yet..I met the one person that changed my life and gave me what I thought was to always remain unknown.."hope". After 2 cases of CPS, being put inside an insane asylum because my parents had accused me of being mentally ill, having my best friend die from a brain aneurism, and so much more...I finally escaped. Though I still suffer some left over torment..I found help..you just got to believe that you have the ability to leak the "secret". I went against my whole family...now I live with people who love me and don't neglect me as well. I made it through 16 years of living with the maelstrom at home..yet I survived it because I was strong. Don't think that you are weak because you told and your family continues to convince you otherwise..listen to your heart and follow your instinct. There's a million more details and descriptive events that occurred..but my intent has been fulfilled for I wish to raise awareness to those who feel they can not escape.  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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