Child Abuse Story From Kristen
by Kristen
(Connecticut, USA)
Everyone is kinda in denial. I don't think my story is crazy extreme as some of the ones that I have read. I just remember getting teased endlessly by my dad and brother as a kid, and it wasn't just a joke.
My mom yelled and hit and is very controlling, and she doesn't know how to be nice. She manipulates me for medical attention. Ever since I was little, I've been constantly chronically sick...food allergies, major stomach problems, anxiety, depression, and now I have all that and thyroid and PTSD and dissociation issues.
When I was 16, my mom wouldn't help get me into a rehab facility when I had anorexia. All my mom ever tells me is that she always did the best she could...I know she is mentally ill, but I'm the kid and I needed help. She is just plain hard on me, but she lets my brother get away with hell. He works more than he goes to college. If I did that, I would get a load...they are paying both our college tuitions, thank god, or else I would have totally left. My brother gets away with being a plain a-hole and I'm a nice person. I'm just troubled, but somehow I'm the screw-up who can't do anything thing right. My dad doesn't even want me to go to doctors. Sometimes I feel so bad that I can't even make it through the day without taking naps or I oversleep. He just tells me to deal with it. Basically summers are hell and being at home is hell. Commitments suck for me. I have the hardest time having a committed relationship...hasn't happened yet.
Before I come home from college, I start getting nightmares. My dad told me that he would never come home because he didn't want to deal with my mom and that he didn't stick up for me because he didn't want to fight with her. But he's still an ass any way.
I started cutting at 15. It's a high. Don't ask why. People wonder, but I can't explain. It's sick, I know. I love danger. I laugh when I do something dangerous. I like sticking needles through my body...piercings. I've binged hardcore and OD-ed on charcoal pills...yes, hard to do...but 20 a day for 1.5 weeks screwed my liver up. My mom didn't want to take me to a doctor, then she didn't want to take me to a hospital, and then she didn't want to take me to rehab...hmmmmm...is that still the best she could do? I became an alcoholic. I'm very bitter. I can't even drink like regular college kids. I've got that "let's get trashed" personality, which is bad.
I got clean this August; all by myself, I may add. But off course, my mother still wasn't happy and some people found out and all hell broke lose. Then later, I heard no one believed me anyway...good grief! I'm taking meds now...but really, I just still feel plain lifeless and lonely...just not suicidal. I wanna be left alone half the time and the world is shitty. But art makes it better...pass it on!
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