Child Abuse Story From Jacqueline
by Jacqueline
(Indiana, USA)
Never Ending Story:
My story is probably much like everyone else's. I, along with my two brothers, grew up in England, though we travelled a lot due to my father being in The Royal Air Force. I remember being beaten, kicked, punched and thrown against a wall since I was a tiny little girl. I was locked in a cellar for a day in complete darkness. I must have been 7 or 8...I still don't know what I did. We were beaten regularly and punished in a cruel sadistic way...but we NEVER cried. We knew not to make a sound. We never told anyone. We didn't tell our teachers or any outsider...we kept it in.
Sometimes he would grab us by the neck 'carry' us downstairs and then start beating us. The worst times were when we knew by the look on his face that he was going to attack us, but we didn't know when...it was agony waiting, and we prayed it would be sooner rather than later.
He verbally abused us, and up until recently (last 2 months) he still controlled us through fear...I stammered, got my sentences confused when I talked to him...I reverted back to being a helpless little girl again...I am a scared 45-year-old!!!
I was often told I was a mistake, disappointment, stupid, worthless. All my life I believed that.
My brothers dealt with things their way...we all have children. My daughter is beautiful, talented and smart; and we have a closer than close bond...I never once raised a hand to her. My brothers, the same...they adore their children, and again, never hit their kids...we broke the pattern. It can be done.
My younger brother makes my heart break. He is severely depressed and sees a counsellor. He brought things out in the open by getting up the courage to write to my father and tell him what he thought of him. He also mentioned that there is no Statute of Limitations on Child Abuse, and that he would see my father in court...an empty threat, but it made him feel stronger for a brief moment. My father then announced through his second wife that we were all ungrateful, worthless pathological liars and that he had never laid a finger on us and "we were all dead to him"...this made me think that even now, 40+ years after taking my first punch, he still thinks he is in control and that he is important...he messed up 3 lives...though there is a ripple effect...I have never spoken about this ever, because I felt scared, shameful and embarrassed.
Never-ending story (subtitle) sums my life up...there is no contact between my father and the 3 of us...but still I have nightmares. I am not very good around men. I am very claustrophobic from being shut in a coal cellar, and I am an over achiever.
No one ever recovers from child abuse. The physical and emotional scars fade, but never go away completely.
Any child reading this...don't keep it in. Tell someone. They will believe you. Trust a teacher, priest, anyone...but don't suffer in silence.
Jacqueline
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