Child Abuse Story From Kelsey
by Kelsey
I wasn't sexually molested or sexually abused as a child. I have no idea if this is completely bad compared to everyone else's stories. In elementary school, I would be picked on - I endured up to 8 years of harsh bullying. That being enough to handle as a young and lost child, going home was the worst. My mom was the root for abuse. She would smack me with whatever was in hand - I remember from an early age she began throwing whatever was in her face at us. Usually she would grab a shoe, no matter how hard or bad it hurt, and launch it at me and beat me on the couch for something so simple. My punishment was being slapped and beat until my insides turned out from crying. I remember also one event where I had dropped something on the floor, and she had grabbed my hair in an instant, leaving me breathless and shaking my head with her fist balled up with my hair. I would sometimes hit my head on the hard wall, my screams amounting to nothing. This had happened many times, and my family was always watching as this happened. She would kick me when I was down on the floor with her shoes on. On one occasion, I know this is completely wrong, but I had fought with her on something. She had begun beating me and grabbing my hair, and I became so fustrated and angry I hit back. She punched me in the face about two times, knocking me out and making my nose bleed. I had ran upstairs in tears. On the day of my birthday, which I mark the worst day, she had beat me on the morning of my birthday because I wanted to go to school with a wrinkled shirt on. When I arrived home from a teary day of school, there was no birthday cake, and instead, I was sent to my room - No TV, No laptop - I sat in my closet for hours, crying my eyes out. Nobody had told me happy birthday. I had fell into a black hole of depression, and had used cutting myself as an exit. Most nights I would stay awake all night, crying. I would cry so bad I would get headaches and completely black out. About a year ago, she had beaten me as I was cleaning the bathroom. She grabbed my hair, tossing my body all around the bathroom like a playtoy. I ended up being tossed to the ground, as soon as I told her I wasn't going to stand for it anymore, she began screaming, beating me all over again. I had scratches and bruises all over my body. I never really told anyone. I don't like discussing it around people. Sometimes I remember that specific time she swung me around the bathroom. She doesn't beat me anymore, well, atleast not like the way she did. I'm working on moving away from her as soon as I graduate from highschool.  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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