Child Abuse Story From Ellen Marie

by Ellen Marie
(United Kingdom)

The first time I was sexually abused I WAS EIGHT, NEARLY NINE. My mum was in hospital giving birth to my sister. My dad was a hard drinking man from Ireland. I was always scared of him. He would take his belt to us and beat my mum up in front of us every Friday when he came home from his building site jobs. The thing is I ONLY EVER wanted his love. Sometimes he could be a lovely dad.

I remember some good times when we went to Pickmere and my mum peeled oranges in the green car with her key, and being on the grass and playing near the water, but unfortunately, the bad outweighed the good.

When Mum was giving birth, he took us to Blackpool, myself and my two sisters being on the train was great, but as soon as we got there, he went on the booze. It didn't take long for him to get drunk. I think he left us somewhere while he went to the pub. I remember going on the ride and having tea out of the flask. Then I remember his eyes when he was drunk, all small and red and he would get cross easy and want to fight the world usually ending in him getting arrested for beating Mum or trying to take the police on. They would beat him up in the van but they said they could not do anything when he beat Mum as it was a domestic, but they usually gave him good hiding in the back of the van.

When we got back from Blackpool to our terrace in Longsite, my dad fell asleep on the chair in front of the telly. He woke up and said to me, "ELLEN COME AND SIT ON YOUR DAD'S KNEE." I remember he was on the left. I sat on his right side. He put his arm round me and said, "You love your dad, don't you?" Then he put my hand to his zip. It felt warm and horrible. I started to cry. He started to rub the thing. I pulled my hand away and said, "No Daddy, I don't want to." I think he said, "Like this", and I kept crying and I pulled away. He was probably so pissed he fell asleep. I am forty nine now. Two days ago I told my husband and family.

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