Child Abuse Story From Mick
by Mick
(Manchester, UK )
I've told girlfriends before but they soon break up with me as if I'm damaged:
I was about five my father was a drunk i would go to school come home and no one would be in i wouldn't have a key so i had no where to go i use to make ways for me to be able to break in like unscrew the kitchen window so if it was pulled on the outside i could climb in but when my dad found out he beat be he had what i would call now uncontrollable rage my dad would usually make it home around two am or four am i also had a younger sister i'm not sure what she did but i'm sure the same things happened to her and more we don't speak much now i had two uncles one who i liked but was a heroin addict he never hurt me the other uncle i thought i liked now older understand more anyway the bad uncle lets call tom i would go to his house and have somewhere to stay but one night my sister was there and he only having one spare room which my sister got i shared with tom it started with tickle games then what i remember was he said he had an itch he asked if i would scratch it he kept saying lower lower lower and u know anyway it progressed from there oral sex to foreign objects and such he usually bribed me with a chocolate bar thinking back i feel very degraded an am unsure of my own self-worth i was also abused by a fourteen year old girl when i was 7 she stripped me naked in a field near a canal tried to perform oral on me but got mad and beat me i remember she was very aggressive she made me do things to her which are just a blur she left me and took my clothes i waited until night and walked home some 15 mins keeping to back allays some two years later i was put into care with my sister we stayed together in most placements but there was always this feeling that the carers wanted just a girl i was always treated differently be it being bullied by a son of the carer so i would ask to be moved and the carers trying all they could to keep my sister or having carers expect me to say love you while going to bed or school iv always felt i don't understand how people throw this word around that means so much but to them so little even in foster placements iv been lucky had real'y good families but still felt i was being abused in one form or another now i am 23 single for past four years and feel like my whole world is falling apart i am serverly depressed i am on ssri's but am having no luck i write this commentary as i feel need to try something different tell someone the whole truth iv only told girlfriends but have soon been broken up with which leaves my self esteem shattered iv done counselling but have made no progress never spoke about the past sexual abuse only the physical and neglect i am not sure what happens next i would like to just to say to everyone else one here stay strong we all have good days and we all have bad days :)
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