Child Abuse Story From Grace3

by Grace
(Location Undisclosed)

I was, and still am, emotionally and physically abused by my mother and my father. The abuse started very early. I am the youngest, and my parents would always talk about how they never wanted me. I would be called worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, "big-mouth", evil, sadistic, spawn of the devil, etc. (You name it, I was called it) My mom even said, "If you stopped breathing, all my problems would be over."

I was never allowed to talk to anyone or invite friends over. If I made the slightest mistake, like setting the table "incorrectly", my mother would go off. She broke two whole dining sets (table and chairs included) by throwing them at me at my sisters when we upset her.

I used to get sent to my room for extended periods of time (sometimes up to a week) without food because of something I did to make my mom angry. I remember one incident when I was about 8 or 9: My mom asked me to put tea bags in the pot on the stove. There were two pots, both the same size, both filled with boiling water. So I just picked one and put them in. Well, apparently I picked the wrong pot because my mom dragged me by my arms, threw me into the stove and screamed bloody murder. Then she sent me to my room for a few days without food. Whenever my mom locked me in my room, my oldest sister used to try to sneak me food. But it was rare that she was able to get away with it without being caught.

I used to be too afraid to leave my room for fear that my mother would find out, so I would stay up all night waiting for her to fall asleep so I could use the bathroom. My mom always kept her door open, so sometimes, when I was unable to leave my room, I would go to the bathroom in my room (in a cup or any other container I could find), and take it to the toilet later.

My father was rarely home, but when he was, he and my mother were like a tag team. He would always make excuses for her behavior (like telling me that if I could just "be better" she wouldn't be mean) and always took her side. Once, when I was 5 or 6, we were all sitting down to dinner and my mom gave me 2 week old chicken. I remember that I didn't want to eat it because it looked green. My mom got so angry that I was being "wasteful" and she took the chicken and shoved it down my throat until I couldn't breathe, then started choking me. I thought I was going to die. Then she made me apologize to her for being a spoiled, rotten bitch. My dad just stood there and yelled at me for making my mother angry.

Those were the calmer incidents of my mother's anger. I have many more stories, but I don't feel like getting into them right now. In my house, we aren't allowed to express our emotions or how we feel, so this is new to me. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I'm grateful for the opportunity to share snippets of my story, and I am thankful to the other people who have posted who make me feel like I am not so alone in my plights.

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