Child Abuse Story From Lauren

by Lauren
(USA)

I can't remember exactly when the abuse started, but it ended when I was 12. I am 13 now. My mother would often punch me and grab me by my throat. I would try to hide in the corner of my room as I heard her running up the stairs to give me a beating. She said it made her feel good, and she would often tell me how much of an idiot I was. All I could do was cry, and BEG god to make it stop. I used to think it was my fault because I was such a hell raiser, but it wasn't...I became depressed, I just wanted to die.

Then, last year my mom found a church she really liked. She started going all the time and the abuse stopped. She no longer had a temper and we could talk about things more often. Since then she has only hit me once, but I will always love her.

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