Child Abuse Story From Lyn
by Lyn
(Location Undisclosed)
I was abused from age 4 to 13. At first, my mother was amazing. She did everything for me. I loved her so much and I know she loved me. She was an RN (nurse). We were well off and even though I didn't live with my sisters, (I had 3 at the time) I was very happy. It all started when I was 4. I walked into my mother's bedroom only to find a naked stranger in her bed. (I always slept with my mom and she never brought her personal affairs home) I was so angry I walked up to her and said "I hate you." She slapped me on both sides of my face and told me to get my "ugly ass" out of her room. I was so afraid and bewildered. My mother had never even raised her voice to me before. After that she started bringing men around all of the time. It was a different one every night. I didn't understand what was happening to her. She started ignoring me and soon, I became a waste of space in her eyes. At age five she got married. He treated me horribly and abused me both sexually, mentally, and physically. My mother didn't care. My mom became sick, twisted and demented. She had this game she would play. She would say she lost something and I would have to find it. Often, she never even owned this item. I would not be allowed to sit down, sleep or eat until the object had been found. After a while, she would forget about it. I was removed from my mother's custody when I was ten, only to be placed back with her five months later. My sisters lived with my grandparents who loved them so much. I would request to go live with them but she informed me that grandma didn't love me. I wasn't pretty or good enough for her. At age six, my mother had a baby. My mom was as dead-beat as her husband and it then became my responsibility to raise her. I did everything for her. When I was seven my oldest sister tried to kill me and she molested me as well. By the time my other sister was born (I was 9) I was managing finances, shopping, getting my mom to the doctors, cleaning, cooking and raising two children. I did everything for everyone. I lost my childhood. When I was little my mom bought me Barbie dolls and she would tell me to be nice to them because they are the only friends I would ever have. I am now 14 years old. I am in foster care. I suffer from depression and I have attempted suicide twice. The worst part is, no one knows I'm suffering. Everyone thinks I am this strong outgoing person. I get straight A's in school and I already have a college picked out for me. I have a lot going for me and I am very successful. That's why no one sees how much I am hurting. I would love for people to read my story and perhaps give their opinions because it's the only way I'll ever be able to tell anyone how I feel. I just want to be happy.
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