Child Abuse Story From Ellen

by Ellen
(Location Undisclosed)

It all started as a young child. My mother has some sort of problem, a mental problem. It was extreme emotional abuse. At first she would tell me I wasn't good enough or that I should kill myself. When I was in the fifth grade she decided she wanted to be an alcoholic. She left me to cook and clean for my father, my sister and myself. That is the year the physical abuse started. It was almost as if she found any excuse to hit me. She slapped me hard across the face only twelve times that year, but it screwed me up. I told a camp counselor, and my mother wouldn't talk to me for a year. She moved out of our house. CPS never did investigate.

She doesn't hurt us so much physically, but emotional abuse is horrible. She would tell me she would kill my pets and burn down my house if I moved out, and she would say if I ever told the cops, my dad would go to jail and I would never see him again. My father is the best dad ever. He is in love with my mother though.

About a year ago I was forced to move up here without my protection, my dad. She called me retarded and fat and said I was a bitch. But one of the most hurtful things is that when I reported the physical abuse...my mother told everybody (my teachers, friends' parents, my counselor) that I was an angry child and I made it up. They all believed her. That is the thing about my mother, she seems great in front of others so nobody has the slightest idea.

When I was thirteen she struck with the physical abuse again...she beat me in the back of my head with a beer can until the can crushed, and she threw a skillet at my sister's foot. She told my sister she was sorry and told me that she meant it. My father was there and he was angry! He couldn't do anything though. Now we are all back at the house and I can't stand it. Even after physically hurting me she is free. My dad says it will all be ok, but it won't. You have to understand...when she is on a roll she won't stop. She calls me "little wifey" because my dad protects me and I cook and clean.

One time she ran in front of me and I jumped. Since that day, every time she walks by me she screams, "Ahhh!" I'm gonna hurt you." She comes home and talks to my dad, goes and talks to my sister, she will not even look at me. I don't know what to do. My dad doesn't know what to do, and it is just getting worse. I am fourteen and can't ever stop crying.

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