Child Abuse Story From Maggie
by Maggie
it started when i was 3 years old, my dad was an alcholic and was always at the bars, when he did come home he was drunk and never made any sense, there were times when he wouldnt come home at all. i was 3 years old when i started being physically abused and emotionally abused i was put down made fun of he called me a no good lazy b***rd, said i was never going to amount to anything no one was ever going to want me i was just a piece of yesterdays trash and he wished i was never born, day after day this is what I heard and day after day i started to believe it. when dinner wasnt on the table he would lose it if i didnt get him a beer or if it wasnt cold enough he would take a leather belt or switch to me and he didnt care where it hit i had bruises ontop of bruises and welts on top of welts and not just to my back side i had them on my arms legs face back too. i strted being seually abused at age 5 and every night he would come home fom the bar and end up in my room always said it was for my own good, that i was his special girl and i believe him, he said every little girl got that and it was ok. day after day after day this went on and i tried to tell people no one would listen no one cared. I never wanted to come home and when i did he was always waiting for me... day after day this went on from the time i was 5 till i was 15 years old.i got pregannat and lost the baby few weeks into it. the physicl abuse continued and so did the emotional abuse and every day i held my teddy in the corner of the room asking god to keep him away but evry time he came in and hurt me. at age 10 i starte cutting myself with a razor blade and i continued cutting well into adult hood because that was the only thing i knew. i was only a kid, i didnt know any better and even when i did i still couldnt tell anyone i went through school scared to say anything, with brusies on my self welts and cuts and no one cared i tried for so long to get someone to listen no one did and finially i just stopped caring. i believed what he said that no one cared. the constant put downs abuse, the sexual abus i was told it was my fault and i still to this day feel like it was if i had just did what he wanted and did it quicker maybe I would be worth something but I now have 3 kids a husband and I no longer cut I am working on gettin my life back together and I still feel it was my fault but im working on changin that... and knowing im not alone helps  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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