Child Abuse Story From L.L.S.
by Linda
(Buffalo, New York, USA)
When I was 4 years old, I was an innocent child. Life was already difficult at four because of the abuse I saw between my parents and the verbal and physical punishment I saw them inflict on the other kids. When I was five, (until I was an adult) I became a target of my mother's paranoid delusions and schizophrenic episodes.
During the time I went to kindergarten, my mother tried desperately to control my relationships with others at the school by telling me horror stories about why I must not trust anyone there. If I did, she said they would fool me into thinking they were my friends. Then they would use any information I told them to kill my family, or even worse, convince me to do it. She said, "Kids aren't your friends, and don't you tell any family business to anyone, adult or child. If you do, I'll find out and you'll get a beating you'll never forget."
I believed her because it looked like my older siblings were complying. But they did so out of fear. The punishment for coming home and talking about a "friend" at school was a merciless spanking or whipping. She would make me go places and watch her delusions, and when I said I saw nothing, "It's not happening" she would flip and tell me that "they" had "gotten a hold of me." She would say, "Now you're defying me, and you'll be punished until you admit they (the general public) are giving you drugs and turning you away from this family."
Of course none of this was happening, except in her psychotic mind. But the various forms of punishment, from seclusion, starvation, workload, beatings and constant, hateful, verbal abuse continued because she believed I was lying, scheming, and sneaking around.
My siblings and I were never allowed to have kids over to play with. We were denied the fun of childish things like: birthday invites, sleepovers, talking on the phone to friends or riding around the block. It was a secluded life, under constant mistrust and surveillance. Even glancing toward other kids or touching one's mouth in public was her reason for physical punishment, in addition to the ever-present emotional abuse. She was scary. It was abnormal. I could go on and on.
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