Child Abuse Story From Krissy

by Krissy
(Canada)

I was abused in every way: 
I was sexually assaulted by my stepfather...I was physically assaulted...I was verbally assaulted. I think you get the point.

My mother, me, stepdad and my brother were all living at my aunt's house in Toronto. My brother was at his father's house. My mother and my aunt were at the laundry matt. I was sleeping and he came in the room and that's how it all started. My mother didn't believe me and he threatened me that he would hurt my brother. My brother was my most important thing in my life at the time. I had to move to my grandma's since my mother was unfit and my mother refused to give me to my dad.

I lived with my grandma for about 6 and a half years. Just in 2007 I got out that I was sexually abused when I was little, about 5 years old is when it happened, and now I just happen to be 14...and it's 2009. I was devastated and I have had therapy since I could remember because I was physically abused. So I wasn't allowed to see my mother since she was a part of the whole thing and my stepdad was with her. I had to go to therapy for the whole sexual abuse thing for about a year and she said that I was good and that I was perfectly fine and I was recovered maybe because I was hiding it for many years.

I didn't even want to tell my parents. How it came out was that it was going around the school and it got to them. But I thank the people that got it to my parents. I appreciated it.

I regret not saying anything sooner, because my "stepfather" has gotten away with what he did. He is still out there to this day doing what he did too me, to every other girl or boy that he could get his hands on.

But it wasn't just me who he offended against. It was his own daughter, Sydney, my stepsister. That only started when I left, to live with my grandparents. Now I live with my own father. I'm still scared to be with a man alone in a house but I have to get over it because it's my life. I still have a therapist to this day. They say that I'm doing a lot better but I still think that there is that little bit more left inside of me that is scared to go anywhere because I don't know were he is. It's terrifying to know that I could see him somewhere. The bad part is that I did tell my mother about it the day it happened but she didn't believe me, which hurt me the most!

If you are reading this, I advise you to tell someone if you have been through all that. It helps a lot. I have gotten so far without having to worry about that slipping out or something

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