Child Abuse Story From Linda
by Linda
(Town Creek, Alabama, USA)
I am a fifty-one year-old woman who has been abused for fifty years. I grew up with a bipolar and drug addicted mother and an alcoholic father. I had ten other siblings. Our sorry parents forced us to live like animals. We slept on ratty blankets on old wooden floors in a three-room house. We ate whatever we could find, like muddy clay off a creek bank or animal feed out in the barn.
My mother had violent outbursts from her mental illness. She would hit us with sticks she broke off of tree limbs, or my daddy's belt.
When I was fourteen, I was raped by an older boy at school. I let him do it, because I thought that was what love was. He raped me several times over the course of a year. Then I became pregnant. My older sister found out, and told me she would beat the hell out me. She told my mother and she beat the hell out of me and made us get married.
After we married, I began a new life of abuse. Spousal abuse. I have lived through fifty years of this. To this day I don't know what normal is.
I have long since separated myself from my family members. I just want to be left alone. The reason I'm writing this is to tell anyone out there living in abusive environments to do something before it is too late. For me it is.
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