Child Abuse Story From Karri

by Karri
(England)

Abuse was around me from as long as I can remember, sometimes subtly, sometimes obvious. Neglected emotionally, everything I would do would be cut down by a spiteful remark by my Mother, that's what I'll call her spiteful, she never hit me only with words.
A Father who totally ignored us children but used us as his personal slaves, fetch this, carry that, eventually he found another 'slave' job for my sister to do, which was to sexually abuse her maybe 3 or 4 times until my Mother found out and divorced him. Good, I might hear you say but I believe my Mother only acted so quickly because she wanted my Father out of the house anyway. Nothing was ever done solely for the good of us children.

My Mother got a boyfriend when I became about 11, he then went on to sexually abuse my sister (2 years older than me)he too did this a couple of times before my Mother 'told my sister to tell him to leave her alone'.
Can you believe that?
Around this time when 'unnatural' sex activity was going on my own Mother sexually felt my breast 'whilst scratching my back' I didn't say anything because I liked the feel of it. I am not ashamed, nor do I feel guilty about my body responding to the touch, it's my Mother that should hang her head, and be damn well ashamed of herself.
I have NEVER felt like ANY abuse was mine or my siblings fault, only the fault of dreadful, dreadful parents and an adult. The worst thing I feel about the sexual abuse suffered by my sister and I is that it was 'done' in a way to 'sexually arouse us'. A truly dreadful thing to deal with.

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