Child Abuse Story From Lee
by Lee C
(Phoenix, Arizona, USA)
My dad was a Korean War veteran and was shot many times, once in the forehead and out the top.
My earliest memories were of him beating my mom with a 2 x 4 and her crying, trying to climb the back fence to escape but she kept getting pulled off and laughed at. She finally moved out and could not tell anyone in fear for her life and the lives of me and my brother.
My dad found this Filipino lady and married her so she could get citizenship. She was just evil as it gets. That's when I really started to get beat. She hated me with a passion, and all Americans for that matter. She made me do home-school after I got out of school just to torture me. I would have to read huge books that I did not understand and write reports on them. She would get mad when I asked for help or did not understand words. She would slap me on the ears and spit on me, throw me to the ground and still make me read. Then she would make me write things like "I am stupid" a thousand times. I was so scared to sleep. I never showered. I was tortured at school from all the kids. When I would lash out at people, the school would call my dad, When I got home, and got beat for hours, punched, the belt with a huge buckle on it. Then my step @#$%^ would come home from work and strip me naked and spit on me, put out cigarettes on me. One time, she took my skid-mark underwear and stuffed it in my mouth and got my dad to beat me some more. I was black and purple. I had welts from chest to knees. I was forced to stand, staring at the corner. This happened countless times. I would be locked in my room for weeks, till I was healed enough to go to school. I once chewed a piece of gum for ten days straight as I lay on the floor, hoping to die.
They would praise my brother in front of me and shower him with gifts. He was brainwashed that I was a bad kid.
This is barely the tip of the iceberg. It went on for 15 years
When my grandma died, they took my inheritance and moved away. I never saw them again. I was very sick. Suicidal. I wandered the streets until I wound up in prison for 3 years for stealing a truck. A few years after I got out, I finally got the nerve to seek help.
I am on Zoloft, and it helps a lot. But I guess I appear normal on the outside, because my counsellor keeps telling me I'm doing better, and is there anything else I would like to work on. I tell her I don't know and that I have given up. She calls me a success, even when I tell her I am lonely, that I feel out of place, that have no aim in life.
I don't know where to go from here. I am completely exhausted with life. I have no more will to live. I don't know what to do.
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