Child Abuse Story From Ebilz

by Ebilz
(Canada)

The person who abused me was my father, the one person whom I thought I could actually trust. I was eight years old. My aunt was living with me. She always would hit me, for no reason. School was not great. The kids were always mean, so I used to cry a lot. Around that time, my mother left somewhere with my brother for three months. That's when my father started to touch me, which would lead to intercourse. I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, because he would threaten me, so I kept quiet. I was scared and alone.

I couldn't handle the abuse from my father, aunt, and school mates, so I tried to commit suicide. Never succeeded. I put up with it even when my mother came back, and I became really quiet. I never told anyone, because I was afraid. My mother had a divorce with him for other reasons. I came to Canada, where I eventually told my mother. I'm sorry if I can't write that well. Now I'm 13 years old.

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