Child Abuse Story From Moroccan Survivor
by Hope
(Fairfax, Virginia, USA)
I had very bad childhood. I grew up in a family who only used their hands and sticks to communicate. My dad owned a grocery store. When I was 7 years old I had to wake up at 6:00am to open and stay there until it was time to go to school, and then same thing when I got out of school I had to go straight to the store. I never got the chance to watch TV or play with other kids. When sometimes I refused to work I was bitten up very bad and pulled up from my hair from the house to the store. Sometimes he would tell me to leave if I don't like it, but where I go, so I had to do it and shut my mouth. Top it all, my mom would asked me to wash the dishes at night and sometimes mop the floor when I came from school at noon to go back at 2:00pm I am supposed to get lunch, rest and go back to school until 6:00pm, but she would have work for me to do and if I said that I am tired and there's not enough time she would scratch my face and bite me on my shoulder and I end up doing what she asked for and then go to school sad and hungry. At 6:00pm when I get out from school I have to go to the grocery store again and sit there until 11:00pm and do my homework in between the customer breaks.
I had very bad childhood. I remember being smacked and slapped and spit on many times.
Also one time, my dad told me to get out and I was only 16 years old. I didn't know where to go and if I told my closer family I will get hurt more from my parents. I never felt loved.
Right now I am a mother of 5 kids and I live in the USA and I am doing my best to give my kids the best childhood that I could not have. I told my mom why she did that to me when I was young. She said that she was sad and unhappy and it was a lot of work that has to be done so she took her frustration on her kids and she asked me to forget and don't talk about it. Actually, she got mad and wanted to leave at one point because I confronted her.
I hope I can forgive my parents for what they did to me. Especially now I am mother and my dad pass away, but deep inside I am hurt.
I remember crying so bad when I had my first child and my mom didn't come to help and never want to come during the birth of her grand-kids. She told me that she want to come when she feel like it so I know that still she never changed and I don't count on her. I count on my friends to help me with my kids while I go to labor and I stay at the hospital only 1 day that way I come back home to take care of my kids and my newborn. I cry during that time and then I told myself to be strong and ask God for help and love, not my mom or relatives.
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