Child Abuse Story From Lisa
by Lisa
It started when I was 4 years old. My mother wore a prosthetic leg and was born with spinal bifada and was some what wheelchair bound. She married my step dad for whom I thought at the time was my real father. He use to come home after work every night and would beat mother in front of me. One day, so I was told, she had tried to kill him with her medicine. He waited until he went to work and called the police. I was coming home from Kindergarden when I saw her getting hauled away. From that day until I was 6 I was abused physically, emotionally, and mentally. He would come home every night and beat me with boards, punched me in the face, and beat with his belt from the middle of my back to the back of knees. I was 6 and he dragged me by the hair to his bedroom, beat me and locked me in the room. When everyone got done eating, I was "released" and fed just the scraps from everyones plates and had to clean and wash the dishes. If the table was not clean right as well as the dishes, I got beat. I was locked in there for three days. Within those three days, I was beat by his sister, mother, and brother. On the third day, his sister came dragged me by my hair sat me in achair and cut my hair off. That day my real Uncle and Grandfather came as I say and rescued me. I lived with my grandparents for a year and had to go live with my aunt. I lived with her until I was 13. Just when I thought I was with people that had loved me, they betrayed me. From 7 until I left I was beat and used. But my aunt did it so slick that after she dragged me by my hair, bang my head off of walls smack me in the face, punch me in the face, beat me with willow branches until I bleed, she would go and buy me stuff and act like nothing ever happened. Until my uncle got home, then he would come and wake me up and beat me. When I was 13 I, moved in with my grandparents until I was 17. During these times I was emotionally and mentally abused by my grandmother and physically, sexually, and mentally abused by my uncle and grandfather. At 17, I moved to live with my mother. That was a mistake. She had gotten married to a guy that was manipulative, controlling, obsessed, and sexually abused me. I now am 30, married, and have a loving husband that has been my rock since I was 18 when I moved out. I have never gone for counseling or seen a therapist. I basically have tried to deal with the anger issues that I have. It took me a long time for me to trust and love someone. Having my daughter has been a blessing. She is the one that keeps me going and makes me even more happier. Some say that usually when you are a victim of child abuse, that chances are you will become abusive, I feel is not true for some because I can not and would not even think about doing any of this stuff to her.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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