Child Abuse Story From Heather

by Heather
(Texas, USA)

When I was 6 my mom, dad, and brother were living with my Grandpa, his wife, and her 2 grandkids. Their 2 grandkids (a girl older than me, Alisha, and a boy my age, Jordan) lived with them because their mother was on drugs and couldn't take care of them. My Grandpa gave me more attention than them because I was his "real" grandkid and he hardly ever saw me. Alisha didn't like that. She was a perverted child from the beginning, and she corrupted the mind of her younger brother. At the time, I didn't know anything was going on. But she would have us play these games that in retrospect were quite sexual. She would make him and me touch each other.

After a few months we moved out, but I still spent a great deal of time at their house. Alisha didn't like that. She constantly tried to make me look like the bad guy and would always get me in trouble. I became very quiet and shy, afraid of getting in trouble. Not only did they try to make me the bad guy in my grandpa's eyes, they would hurt me for no reason.

There was one time when we were sitting in the car and Mary (grandpa's wife) went in to the store and left us alone. I was just sitting there and Alisha sat on top of me and had Jordan sit on top of her. I screamed and cried because I could hardly breathe. Things like this also made me more quiet and more afraid. I also cried at the drop of a hat.

Then we moved to another state. I began to heal, blocking most of the memories from my mind. Regaining the personality that was shattered by fear. Then when I was about 10 we got a call from my Grandpa. He wanted me to go on a trip with them. My mom said I would, and off I went.

You would think that they might have changed a little but they didn't, well . . . maybe for the worse. Jordan was obsessed with me. Always making crude comments about wanting to rape me, and at times would tell me everything he wanted to do. Alisha, still quite jealous, would play horrible pranks or hurt me, making me look like a baby. There are many things that happened on that trip that I don't remember.

At one point I fell asleep on a bed while Jordan was in the room. When I woke up I felt weird, like something had happened but I'm not sure. At one stop, Jordan and I were made to sleep in the same room. He kept trying to make me do things the whole night.

One day I was in a room, lying on the bed. He walked in and locked the door. He got on the bed and I scooted away from him. He got on top of me and started touching me. He put his hands up my shirt and started undoing my clothes. I tried to fight him, but he was stronger. He made me touch him and was all over me.

I haven't seen them in a very long time. I am actually starting to recover. I am still haunted by my past. I am becoming who I need to be. I won't lie. I have been quite depressed and I am still battling serious depression. But by the grace of god, I made it through. And I am who I am today.

Note from Darlene: Stories that depict children harming children do not fall into the category of child abuse. My decision to post Heather’s story was to identify for my visitors that her parents and grandparents were neglectful, which IS considered child abuse, when they did not intervene to stop the inappropriate and harmful behaviour of the other children.

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