Child Abuse Story From Emily

by Emily
(New Brunswick, New Jersey, USA)

When I was 6 my mother died. I was one 13 children. I was the second youngest. After my mother's death my father started to just take his anger out on my younger sister and I. I was 7 when the abuse started and my sister was 3. He would beat me until I couldn't move anymore.

At the age of 10, my uncle came and lived with us. Our house was small so my younger sister and I were forced to share a room with him. Two weeks after he moved in, my sister got sick and my father had her spend the night in my older brother's room. My uncle told me to lay in his bed with out my clothing on. He raped me. I remember yelling a lot that night, but none of my 12 siblings came in. He did this almost every night for about 3 or 4 years. I never told a soul. My uncle told me if I did, he would chop off all my fingers.

When I was 15, my father killed himself. I was glad to be away from my abusive father, but I new I was now sentenced to a life with my uncle. I was ordered to go school everyday come home, and clean the house. He would beat me for hours, then he would make me have sex with him. If it wasn't good sex, I would have to sleep outside nude.

After my father's death, my younger sister wasn't abused anymore, only I was.

When I turned 20, I became pregnant with my uncle's baby. I moved out 9 months later. I had a baby boy I named Nathan. A year later, my sister moved in with me. Four months later, my uncle got married and had twin boys. Eight months later, he killed himself. I'm glad he won't be living with his sons and hurt them the way he hurt me.

I'm now 37 and I m happily married. I have 4 children (3 boys and one girl). I always tell my children of the risks of mean people coming to hurt them. I feel they're safe. And yes, my eldest son knows my uncle is his father.

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