Child Abuse Story From Kerri
by Kerri
(USA)
I'm not sure how old I was when it happened, I just know by the time I was 7 or 8, he wasn't around anymore. It could have been years before or maybe just months. I don't have any memories except for two incidents of the abuse. One physical and one sexual. (Side note: I'm very scatter brained- sorry if I'm all over the place and if it doesn't make sense) It was from my step-father at the time, which screwed me up. I've been told it was more than just those two things, but that's all I remember. I suppose that was my way of trying to protect myself, trying to forget. But if that's true, that's what kids do to protect themselves, then why would the two memories that I'm sure are just as bad as whatever else happened to me, be so vivid, drilled into my brain like it happened yesterday?
I have never spoke about this or wrote about this except for when, I guess my mom found out it was happening to me. That's another memory I blocked out, being asked what he did to me. I don't understand how any of this works, some memories you keep and some get tossed out of your mind. I'm sure I would have forgotten all of them, if I wasn't constantly reminded that I'm screwed up because I was molested. Any emotions I have or show to my family (sad or anger), they say it's cuz I'm screwed up from what happened to me and I should get help.
One of the two memories that I remember is of him picking me up with one hand by my throat, choking and yelling at me for what seemed like forever. We were in the kitchen – me, my brother (2 yrs older than me), my mom and step-father. I threw one of my brothers GI-Joe guys because he wanted it back. My step-father got pissed at me for doing that and choked me. My mom was screaming and yelling at him to put me down. She comforted me while I caught my breath, and then that's it for that memory. But I remember exactly where I was when I threw the toy and where me and my step-father were standing when he choked me.
As for my other memory, it is of me and him in my room. My bed was next to the window in my room. I'm laying down looking out the window, its dusk, summer time, the street lights just turned on. I can see my best friend's older brother playing with a remote control car right outside my window. My step-father used to sing me Irish lullaby's or read me stories when he put me to bed. I'm assuming that's when he always did this to me. He gave me oral as I just laid there looking out my window, watching my friends brother. That's all I remember of what he did to me. I don't know if I said no or stop or anything.
I've been told a couple other things that have happened, but they are not my memories. I've been to a few therapists as a kid. I don't even remember talking about anything with them, I just remember being there. I think the only reason I remember any of this, is because whenever I'm sad, mad or upset; I over react to some things. Well after I freak out about whatever, I'm told that I'm so screwed up because of so and so and what he did to me. I wish they'd stop reminding me. I believe for awhile maybe I had no memories of it at all, just somewhere along the line those two worked their way into my head from being reminded of what happened to me, so much. And they constantly tell me I need help and need to talk to someone. Yeah maybe now I do, but before I didn't think I needed to. What would I talk about if I can't remember? Well now, I probably do need help, but I think it's too late. I don't know how to talk about anything, what I feel or want with anyone. I was put in the hospital a couple of years ago for a few weeks for almost killing myself. Wow I could make this story so long, I didn't realize how much I do have to say when I have never talked about it once before in my life. I'm going to try to keep this as short as I can, even though it's already long.
Well anyway I'm 26 yrs old now and I feel I can't or shouldn't have any kids because the world is so screwed up, especially me. I don't want my kids to be screwed up because I can't control my temper (I'm a pretty angry person) or what a stranger or even a family member could do to a poor helpless child. I would lose my mind if I had a child and something bad happened to him/her. I know that I don't know how to have a normal relationship because I don't trust anyone; every guy cheats no matter what, whether it's now or later. I don't ever want to get married because all marriages end in divorce, so why waste your time and money on a piece of paper?
I wrote this awhile ago, and still haven't posted it. I'm scared because that means I actually talked about it and someone other than me knows what I'm feeling and how disgusting I am for feeling that way. I recently found my ex-step-fathers phone number and address. I haven't reacted on any of it, but I REALLY want to. I'm just going to post this before I change my mind again even though I'm already getting anxiety from thinking about posting it.
Thanks for this website
Kerri
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