Child Abuse Story From Kelly
by Kelly
When I was 1 spanking was the perfect remedy of my parents. My dad would whip us several times with his belt while my mom swore and screamed at me. One time I drew washable marker on my dad's drum when I was only 3, thinking since it was white; it had to be round paper. Minutes later, my dad, the drum freak, banged downstairs to discover the small line of orange marker and punished me, leaving me with welts and bruises. The marker wiped off in a matter of seconds before my eyes when I touched it with my hand. Another time, I was sad and scared from a nightmare one night in Kindergarden, and my dad came in silently and told me to quiet down, then whipped me severely with his belt full of metal designs. I cried even more that night, knowing the next day the teacher would ask why I was so sad. I had to make something up. I know I'll get in trouble for posting this, because my parents believe they are doing right. Now, through countless days of screaming and swear words I've never heard of, to whipping of belts and slapping on my hands, I am a depressed teenager. Full of sadness that no one told me they loved me with a sincere heart, instead a gruff "I love you" after I got spanked. I still get spanked. And I still have to swallow liquid or bar soap when I say, "What the hell?" once in awhile, since my parents think that is a swear when they cuss far worse. Last week my dad accused me of mocking my little brother upstairs, which I never did. I told him, "Why would I mock him?" and I got spanked. Just like that. No understanding. I have given coarse portions of money, like $20 for not cleaning up my room when I was utterly worn out from the day of yard work and school. The only escape is school or with friends. Just now, I had to hide this behind a different document, my mom just literally came in and said "I want to check my e-mail." I said, "Can you wait a couple mins.?" She yelled, "NO!" "I'm sorry." I whispered. But she said "5 minutes" and stomped out of the room. Another time I was sad from a friendship torn apart and told my mom I was disappointed that she did something (I can't remember what it was) and she said with a rattle, deep-angered mouth, "I will chain you to your bed and whip you." And another time with squinted evil eyes, "I will slap your face if you let him do that again." 'him' was my brother who I was playing with when he tripped over one of his toys, crying and running to my mom. I was so scared when my mom said that with an smirk to my sister. She's now 11. Highly favored as the angel child, just like my mom. Screams at me when I ask about something, bringing favor to my mom as she grows up just like an identical demon twin just like my mom. She punches me, swears, and makes fun of my friends to death. BUT, once in a rare lifetime she'll share her feelings of our parents and how 1 time, 'mom treated me worse than you.' Your story might have more or less pain than mine. But I still endure this ongoing tragedy known as CHILD ABUSE.  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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