Child Abuse Story From Jessica5 Part 1
by Jessica
(Pennsylvania, USA)
I just wanted to share with everyone my personal experience with abuse. I've never really talked about it, so this will be a first for me. Forgive me if I ramble a little bit.
I don't remember a lot from my childhood. The few memories I do have from when I was young are horrid and my mother insists that most of them never happened, even though I remember them very clearly.
One of my first memories is of my mom locking me in the basement a lot of times. She would turn off the lights, and even though the switch was on my side of the door, I was too short to reach it. I remember that the door to the basement was the one with the horizontal slats so I could see out a little bit. My mom would sometimes just sit there and do other things, right in front of the door.
My mom was very young when I was born. I don't think that she was ready to handle a child.
Another early memory of mine is that I was horrified to go to the bathroom, probably because it was in the basement of the house. I remember if I had to go to the bathroom, I would hide in places around the house, specifically I remember doing it many times behind the couch in the living room. I remember getting beat.
My mom insists neither of these things ever happened, even though I remember them.
My mom would keep me up late at night and we would watch Steven King movies. This petrified me. We frequently did this. I hated it. We would stay up really late, so she could sleep in late the next morning. I remember crying and crying, but my mom would constantly watch these movies, and do nothing else.
When my brother was born when I was five, I remember my mom going out all day while my dad was at work and leaving me home with my baby brother. This continued for a very long time. I had another brother born when I was seven and another when I was nine. I always stayed home with them.
As my mother had more kids, and more responsibility, she started just getting angry, all the time. She rarely ever hit us, but she was very degrading and irritable. She would swear at and degrade any of her kids for something as simple as accidentally leaving your shoes out or knocking something out of place.
As my mom grew more angry and unhappy, my dad began to also become miserable. They would fight constantly, and these fights consisted of one-upping each other. My mom would leave the house for days. Then my dad would decide he was done buying food. When my mom came back, he would call her brothers to get in a fight with my dad.
On a few occasions, my dad had turned off all the utilities. We were stuck there with my mom: no lights, water, gas or phone. I was around 10 when this started happening. My mom was mad that we had to stay in this house with no lights or anything. We moved in with my grandma. Mysteriously, my dad's car caught on fire one night. I will never forget that. When my mom and dad were living in the same house, sometimes he would sleep in his car. I don't know who did this to my dad's car, but I have a good guess.
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