Child Abuse Story From Kourtnee
by Kourtnee
When I was very young my biological mother would often beat me. She was always high on one drug or another and often was asleep on the couch for the most part of the day. She had my older sister when she was just 16 and me when she had just barely turned 18. We always had diffrent men coming through our house but never a true father. The longest one stayed was a year. His name was J**. My birth mother put a rather rapid end to that one when she commited adultry with a man named B****. The first night I ever met B**** was the night that he raped me. I was 7 years old.My birth mom sat and watched on the couch, too drugged out to care. I never reported it until a year ago, at the age of fifteen to my Mom now who adopted me at the age of 8. She was originally my Aunt. I'm sixteen years old now and I have gone through a great deal of therapy but sometimes I still feel angry towards my birth mother for allowing these things to happen to me. I hate her sometimes for giving one of my little brothers Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and for making the other one so messed up he can't even function. But I also feel sorry for her. She hasn't been able to see me grow up at all and she still lives in a mental hospital and she believes that she is still on top. That she's beat the drugs and that she doesn't need them. But if she didn't need them, then why did she love them more than her own children? Sometimes I don't understand what her thinking is but I do know that I was strong enough to conquer this. I made it through and I know taht all of you guys can too. Keep fighting your inner turmoil because I know you all can get through this. Keep the faith!  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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