Child Abuse Story From J

by J.
(Washington, USA)

Physical Abuse: 
My first memory of abuse was when I was seven years old. My dad had asked me and my sister to do something. We both did what we were asked. He believed that she did what was asked, but not me. When I tried to tell him that I in fact had done what was asked of me, he punched me. And punched me, and punched me, and punched me.

The next significant memory I have is being thirteen years old, and accidentally dropping my new coat on the ground. My dad flew off the handle, and punched me in the eye, fracturing my orbital bone and rupturing the blood vessels in my right eye. He kicked me while I was down, breaking my ribs, and then picked me up and threw me head first into a car, causing a concussion. While I sat there and tried to recuperate, he went inside and got his gun. He came back and pointed a loaded 9mm at my head. After pointing it at me for what seemed like an eternity, he turned it on himself and told me to choose. Either he'd shoot me, or himself. I couldn't say anything. I passed out instead. He didn't shoot me, nor himself.

When I was sixteen, I had borrowed a CD, but left the case. When I heard him yell for me, I ran and he chased me. Taunting me. Laughing at me. I tripped, and he caught me. He brought his foot down into my chest, knocking all my air out and breaking more ribs. He grabbed me by my hair, and repeatedly punched me in the nose, breaking it multiple times. This wasn't the first time he had broken my nose.

The last time he hurt me was when I was 17. He had thrown me off a deck. I threw a potted plant at him, and ran to a phone to call the police. However, when the police arrived, I didn't have any marks on me (I guess I had built up a high tolerance to bruising over the years), while he was bleeding. So I was arrested instead. I was released a few hours later, because my dad declined pressing charges. I don't know what did it, me finally fighting back or the police involved, but that was the last time he ever hit me.

He physically and verbally abused me almost every day from the age of 5, to the age of 17. Only me. Never my Sister (younger), and never my Mother. It was so hard for me to see them have to watch him beat me, or sometimes try to kill me. If they tried to help, he'd choke me until they backed off. I'm 27 now. He's never apologized to me, and actually tries to have a relationship with me. I try, I really do. I don't know why.

Thanks for reading. It actually helped to write all that out.

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