Child Abuse Story From Molly
by Molly
(USA)
I've lived a life, full of misery, pain, and a colorful history of abuse. I'm happy to say that it has all worked out though: I'm doing fine now.
Ever since I was born, my mother was a heavy drug addict, and my father was a heavy alcoholic. Because of my father, I have a scar on my forehead, and had to get 40 stitches in my head when I was only but 3 years old. He has recovered over the years, and lives with me and my grandmother.
I am only 14, but am wiser than my years.
The only memories of my childhood involve beating of my mother and me, beatings from my mother, playing dirty 'games' with my mother's drug addicted friends, and being raped when she KNEW what was happening, and the neglect that followed.
My mother, my step-dad, and my younger half-siblings live at least 4 hours away from me. I dread visits to her house...for fear of the emotional and physical abuse my step-dad brings.
I kept this bottled up until very recently. My best guy friend, Ira, noticed my shakiness when my mother calls. I remember being at rehearsal, being in a tank top (because of the stage's extreme heat) performing my duet with him. Afterwards, his eyes traced up and down the scars on my arms, some by my own hands.
It was only until I had a PTSD (Post traumatic stress disorder) attack...someone thought it would be funny to lock me in a small cabinet to see if I could fit (I'm a small person)...I had a literal breakdown and clawed at myself, screaming and sobbing to let me out. Finally, I broke. I told Ira everything. The abuse...the rape...the neglect...everything.
I'm still not sure where to go from here. And I don't think Ira does either. I know God works in mysterious ways...and I can only hope I have this life to only make me stronger.
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