Child Abuse Story From Munch

by Alysia
(Andover, England, UK)

As far back as I can remember, my father sexually abused me. I think it started when I was around 4 years old. Most nights, he would come to where I slept. My brothers and sisters were all in the house, sleeping. It really hurt and still does.

At the age of 9, I was taken into care because my brother had made a statement about abuse. Life got harder from then on. My father told me to run away from the home I was in. He would give me money, and told me that what he did, all Daddy's did to their children. I had to run away. If I didn't, he told me he would kill my mother and one of my sisters that I was closest to. He abused me every time I ran away.

Then my brother started to abuse me. If I ran away and my father couldn't pick me up, my brother would. I was also physically abused. I remember one time, my brother wacked my head off a brick wall and then started to kick the crap out of me. He sexually abused me. His friend did the same, but then I passed out. I didn't go home until the next day because of all the pain I was in.

I am down in England. I lived in Ireland before. I still get all the nightmares. My life will always be different to that of my friends. It will always hurt me, and I hope to live on. Life is very hard, and I can't believe someone would do all this to a young child.

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