Child Abuse Story From Merenia
by Merenia
(New Zealand)
Growing up in a small town, where every1 knew every1 and pretty much everything it was hard to get away, runaway and to just escape. My Dad was very strict, 'Old School' methods and yes my mum, sister and I would get the 'Beat down'. Mainly mum and myself.Every1 knew Dad was a violent man and mum would do anything to try keep him happy by making sure we were out of sight,quiet,clean, our house chores done etc etc. And because of that they both didn't realize that family members and friends were sexually abusing me. I know I was very young when it first happened,not sure exactly what age. I can remember a few times but I've blocked out quite a few more.I can remember more of what happened after.I remember as an 8-9yr old going to the bathroom, my older cousin came in and pushed me up against the wall and took me from behind. As he was doing this he'd be whispering " u tell anyone and I'l smash u" and in the same breathe"your'e my special cousin". I just froze and cried. He would do this several times.Another time I was asleep, my lil sister not far from me in her bed, I heard the floor creeping and saw a family friend going towards my lil sis.This particular person had already touched me a few times and now wanted my lil sis. I wasn't gna let that happen. So I sat up,looked at him with a fear and opened my blanket. As long as I protected my lil sister. Another time in broad daylight, mum and dad were busy at the back of the shop we used to own, my aunt was looking after the shop floor. Another family friend bought me an ice-block and told me to sit on his lap, I said i don't want to, he grabbed me unzipped his fly pulled my knickers down a bit from under my dress and......it didn't penetrate me,he just wanted his thing to touch my thing I guess.
One day at high school.I was 13 going on2 14,we had a reliever teacher and she gave us a piece of paper and asked us to write down what we want to be when we grow older and if we had any regrets. She said don't worry you don't have to put your name on it,know 1 will know its you. So I wrote,"I want to be a Police woman, to protect the innocent and I regret being molested". We handed back the piece of paper and carried on with the class. I felt so good been able to tell some1 without actually telling them,I felt a lil relief. the bell rang,we headed out of class. The teacher asked me to stay behind. I was so scared,I thought What have I done wrong, she knows it was me, oh no wat do I do.! I eyes started to well up, I was trying to fight it. She asked me," what do you mean molested?" I just jumped down her throat yelling," How did ya know, you liar you said no1 would be able to tell if it was me,I didn't say that I didn't,How did ya know?" she just grabbed me and held me saying, " you're safe now, you're safe, No1 will hurt you anymore".I just screamed and screamed,cried and cried,yelled and yelled with mixed emotions. Im free Im free,wat will dad do? Ive f***ed it all up,people will know,what have I done,WHAT HAVE I DONE!!
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