Child Abuse Story From Kyra
by Kyra
(Colorado, USA)
A child of the 1970's - by Kyra:
I was brought into this world by deceit. My mother married my father when they were both 18 years old. They met in college and dropped out to get married. I was told by my mom that my dad used a lot of drugs before I was born. My father never wanted children, and my mom knew this. She got pregnant anyway by not taking her birth control. She and my dad were 22. I don't remember my mom and dad ever being together. They divorced when I was 2 years old. My mom had full custody of me. My dad was not in my life much, until I was 15. (I had tried to commit suicide and was sent to live with him and my step-mom.)
Let's back up....
The reason my dad did not want to have kids was because he was brought up in such a terrible situation...my grandfather would molest my dad. My grandmother was a successful realtor and would be out of town a lot. These were the times that my dad was subjected to abuse. I was told that my grandfather would tie my dad to a tree and leave him there to wet himself. I am not sure of the full extent of what was done sexually to my dad, but I know it was bad.
I guess my dad was afraid to show any kind of affection towards me. I still have an awkward relationship with my dad. I keep more in touch with him than he does me.
Life living with my mom was very dysfunctional. I think I have been molested. I was about three. I remember being in this apartment with some man. He was taking pictures of me on these blocks. The next thing I remember is lying on his bed, pulling a sheet over my head because I was being shy? Not sure what had happened. My shirt was off.
Another time I remember my mom brought home some guy from a party that we were at. I think I was about 8 or 9. He was really nice to me, and I was afraid of the dark. I had asked him if he would lay with me in my room until I fell asleep. While laying there with me, he started to rub my leg and rubbed himself against me. I wasn't really sure what he was doing, but I started to feel weird and uncomfortable. My mom then walked in and told the guy to come with her. She looked at me, and I remember she looked like she was mad at me. Some years later, I asked my mom about that night. She said, "Yeah, that guy was weird." I was so hurt that she didn't really show any emotion. I guess I should just be grateful that she walked in when she did.
My mom had a lot of boyfriends. She would leave me alone a lot to party. There were times she would have me at the bar with her on school nights. I would sit there at the bar and drink Shirley Temples and play video games. I was very used to entertaining myself. I watched my mom be beaten by a boyfriend. This guy she was with on and off was a drug dealer. He did some time in jail. During this time, my mom met my brother's dad. My mom got pregnant with my brother when I was 12. My step-dad became physically abusive towards me. We had a lot of fights.
I didn't mean to be so long-winded. I come to this sight a lot, and I thought I would share my story. Thank you for having this web-site.
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