Child Abuse Story From Dory
by Dory T.
(New South Wales, Australia)
I'm 16. Ever since I was a child I have had to deal with emotional and physical abuse from my brothers. My older brother is the worst of them all, and to make matter worse, he had ADHD, a bad temper, and my parents sent him to karate lessons since he was five.
I know a lot of you could be saying that it can't be that hard, but it is: having to watch what you say so you don't set them off and have them coming at you with a knife or any sharp object is scary. Being told that you're a loser, fat, a slut when you're none of these things can have a big impact when you go into high school.
I have had black eyes, been king-hit many times, been cut, strangled, hit, kicked, eyes poked, hit in the stomach and kicked in the head. The list goes on. Add to that, all the other emotional abuse, it gets hard and frightening. I don't have anyone I can really talk to about it, as no one understands. They all think I'm this really happy person, but I'm not. I used to cry myself to sleep every night before I got placed on medication for my depression.
My mum is a good parent, but she twists everything to suit her. She says, "You deserved it" and "You shouldn't have done it in the first place and they wouldn't have had to do it". This also affects the relationships with my friends, as they tell me stuff but I don't tell them. Sometimes I wish that my life was different and that I had a different life. I have even thought about suicide. But even then, I would still be in pain.
My music and being able to write my poetry and short stories have helped me a lot, but I still wish I had someone to vent to. I hope that others can be braver than me and tell their stories to someone who cares about them.
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