Child Abuse Story From Jazmine
by Jazmine
i was abused from when infancy until my late teens. i was an only child and unfortuantly was not born perfect as she wanted. i have epilipsy and a seizure shortly after i was born damaged my brain leaving me with a few problems walking and speaking. in her eyes i was worthless.from what im told, when i was a baby she of ignored me leaving my grandparents to care for me. when i was 5 we moved an apartment and things got bad. she would ignore me i would try to do things to make her happy. i would do chores,anything. i was desperate for her to love me. when i was 6 she started to date this man. he was seemed to make her happy.and he was nice to me. he would talk to and play with me. i remember once he bought me a hotdog at the park i went to the far coner of the bench away from him to gulp down my food.this is when he began to quetion my mother more. she soon got concerned he woul alert the cops of her treatment of her child so she dumped him. this made life at home a living hell.blamed me for her failed relationship and was determined to make me pay for it. she still only fed me every few days but when she did feed me she put hot sauce on my food then forced me to eat it. i was made to stay in my room unlesss at school if she let me go. the only thing in my room was my clothes and my matress. no toys or games. i slowly began to i guess lose it.this continued until i was 13. i finally snapped and she had made spegetti that night and told me to come downstairs and eat. i was suprised, no screming,no hot sauce. she said since it was my birthday she had made my favorite food. i had just started to devore my food and she snatched it from me. i was confused. she walked into the kitchen dumped my plate of food into the garbage disposal casualy told me to go back to my room. i don't know what came over me but i flipped out. i started screaming and banging my head she dragged me to my room and locked me in there the next day an officer came to my school. the neighbors had called them. the cps put me in a foster home at first but the people were not equip to deal with my issues. i was so depressed i would not eat even when food was offered, i would not talk or even play. they soon sent me to a mental hospital. at first i was terrified. i spent the first night curled under my bed. the nurse came to check on me having to drag me from under my bed. after i calmed, the bed felt and smelled better than my old matress and i fell asleep. as they worked with me they realised i had severe ptsd from the abuse. but with therapy and god knows how much pills i at least am able to function.  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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