Child Abuse Story From Eden
by Eden
Some of these events are the ones that stand out the most and ones I often remember vividly. I will only mention very few. As I am still not 100% comfortable describing or going into detail of the many others that cross my mind. When I was young, i had experienced many negative things but at the time I didn't know what to make of them and I didn't know they were events of abuse. I was raised Amish. My parents were very strict. If my sister and I were caught arguing my mother would tie our wrists and ankles together behind our backs and put us in the closet until they felt like letting us out. I remember we'd either scream and cry until we fell asleep or lost our voices. I had no idea that what they were doing was wrong...I thought they were disciplining us. They told us that we needed to respect them so my definition of respect was always to fear. My father would come to my room almost every night and take me to either the attic or the basement and he would do things to me that I had no idea of. Often times he would bring my mother down and make her do those things to me as well. Sometimes she'd be crying, and other times she'd be completely silent. They used to make us kneel on some kind of hard grained cereal, I still to this day am unsure of the name. I remember having bloody knees and scars and scabs from it. One time she cut my hair, we weren't allowed to cut our hair. Then she told my father that I had cut my hair and he beat me. I was told I wasn't allowed to go back to Sunday Church until I had confessed. I ended up confessing 3 horrible beatings later. What else was I supposed to do. My mother broke my arm one time when I asked for seconds at the dinner table. I didn't realize it was broken, I just thought it was seriously bruised. I would sometimes lose it and just get into an angry fit where I couldn't control myself or what I was doing. Usually it was after I was being accused of something by my parents so that they could punish me or it was because I didn't like the way they were treating me...especially at night. My fits would get so bad that my father would sometimes tie me up with a horse lead rope to the kitchen chair and they would either ignore me and leave the house or they would sit there and read scriptures out of the Bible..telling me that I was making the Devil happy and stuff like that. I was scared and confused and frustrated. To this day I am still being greatly affected by these events and others that I am not yet comfortable mentioning. Childhood abuse casts a shadow, but what some people don't realize is that for some, it is the length of a lifetime. But I am trying my best to live with and work around the "storm".  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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