Child Abuse Story From Emily9
by Emily
i was abused in many ways as a child and into my teens. when i was little i lived with my mother. as a baby i was ill which i guess damaged my brain sort of. there a big word for it but put simply my muscles were weakened. i could not run but can walk. when i was 5 being that it was summer, my mother left me with a trusted neighbor. the lady was nice but her husband was a horrible person. he would sexualy abuse me. went from him touching me to raping me, and when i fought he would burn me with cigarets. my mom asked about the marks and he told her they were bug bites or something. it continued until i was 10 when the woman walked in on her husband doing this. she called the cops and my mother. my mother took me to the hospital who confirmed this had been happening for a long time. it seemed like she blamed me, she asked why i did not tell her. i told her i was afraid. she prety much regected me after that. she did not speak to me or want me near her. i became so depressed i refused to talk, ihad no freinds and did not care. when i was 13 my mother had me committed to a mental hospital for my depression. after doing some paperwork the nurse put the uniform on me and took me to my room. they gave me something to make me sleep. the next day my mom came and brang me some of my clothes and my teddy bear. i asked here why i could'nt go home and she told me i needed help in my head and there people could do that. i cried for her not to leave she held me and promised to come see me soon. the other patients were in there teens as well, most dealing with drug, abuse or depression issues. it was not good there. being that i was considered suicidal i was left tied to my bed most of the time. the staff came in every once in a while stick me with more drugs or give me food or clean me because i was to drugged up to go to the bathroom alone even if i could i doubt they would let me. then one night a staff member came in and ended up raping me i was so out of it i did'nt realise he was hurting me. i was not conscious enought to fight him. the next day a nurse named mandy one of the only nice ones came see to it i was clean and had breakfast. i remember her glacing down then at me. she asked me if anyone there has touched my private parts. i apearently mumbled an yes. she asked what the person looked like. i decribed him the best i could. the man was fired but never punished. i was stuck ther for 3 years until i was released to the custody of aunty. with a mild anti depressant and alot of help from her i started to feel much better. while other 16 year olds were learning to drive. i was learning to ride a bike, speak better and eat like a normal person. after graduating when i was 19 i got a job and left my hometown i now have a small house near the ocean i often gaze into the sea wondering about all the questions left unanswered in my life. but all you can do to let go of a bad past is embrace a positive future.  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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