Child Abuse Story From Lynn H

by Lynn H
(Florida, USA)

My story: 
I was a drug baby . Name the drug , my birth mom did it . My mom had to skip around from hospital to hospital to give birth to her children . There are 8 of us . I have 2 older sisters and 2 younger sisters and 3 older brothers . I got the brunt of it all . When she gave birth to me , I was so tiny , I could barely fit preemie clothes . When my mom took me home , she dumped me on the tent floor . She spent all her money on drugs , so D.C.F. bought her a tent for us to live in . The oldest of the 6 , C took care of us . He was only 6years young . My mom would have all the older kids go to peoples houses and do yard work to make money for her to spend on drugs . After a couple weeks of the we went in foster care . I was only 6 weeks old . I moved around from foster home to foster home almost everyday for almost 6 years . All my other brothers and sisters had gotten adopted out before me . Foster homes aren't all horrible , but the ones I was in were the worst . For example : One night some lady had put curlers in my hair for church the next morning , ( note I was only 3 years young . ) and they fell out while I was sleeping . So I woke up to being jerked out of bed with a belt whipping my back , legs and arms . I had welts and bruises covering my body . and this would continue over little things like that . Anyways , that was nothing compared to the Ps . I was not only physically abused , but mentally , emotionally and sexually . I'll give you a couple of examples .

1 . Mrs . P would strip me and have me stand in front of 5 drunk men . The would all take turn touching me and taking me into the back room . A couple of the guys would even gang up on me at once .

2 . One day I was playing outside , I had fallen and busted my tooth , I was sitting next to Mrs . P's brother , who again , was drunk . I started crying apparently he didn't like it , so he took his beer bottle and broke it on my forehead . I now have a scar .

3 . One day I got thrown in the closet . I was in there for a week . The only time I could come out was when Mr . P or his brother in law wanted to have a little fun with me .

4 . This traumatized me . Mr . & Mrs . P would sit me down and make me watch them have sex . I was 4 .

Those aren't even the worst of everything . Imagine the medieval torture weapons . They used those on me .

I have problems getting close to anyone . I'll do whatever it takes to push them away , even if it means hurting them . I have emotional problems . &because of the sexual abuse , sex is my only escape . I don't get along with my adopted parents. I've tried so many times to fix these things , but each time , it gets harder and harder .

I am now 16 . I know my past isn't who I am , but it will always be there to haunt me .

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