Child Abuse Story From Older and Wiser
by Older and Wiser
(Location Undisclosed)
A woman's story of abuse:
I guess I want to tell my story for all of the ones that haven't. My story is one of millions of sexual abuse and physical abuse. My father beat my mother often and I was often the excuse for the beatings. If I broke a plate, my mother got hit. If I spilled my milk, Mom got hit.
I don't remember the first time my father came to my room after hitting my mother. It goes back as far back as I can remember. I had this music box that played Beethoven, and he would open the music box and then come to my bed. I remember counting the ceiling tiles in my bedroom a million times.
There were a few times that my mother ended up in the hospital, and those were the worst because then he would bring over his girlfriend or this one particular uncle. I still try to block those times out because they were the worst.
My parents divorced when I was six, but the abuse didn't stop there. My father kidnapped me for three years. He painted semis for a living, he was a wonderful artist. I remember looking at his trucks and thinking how incredible they were. He had a lot of friends, and his friends liked to throw parties. I wasn't the only kid at these parties. We were affectionately called "beer bitches", even the boys. There was rarely any actual sex at the parties, just a lot of grabbing and calling names. We were usually made to wear clothes that were too small, for easy access. If I complained, I got hit, and if I didn't do what I was told, I got hit.
When my mother found me I was a very angry little girl with a lot of issues. I tried to commit suicide three times, did the therapy thing which helped a lot, and made a lot of mistakes. I had some major issues with drugs and drinking. I married a physically abusive man and had my daughter. Got divorced before she was a year old, and ended up on probation for awhile. Got clean and sober, met the love of my life, and now have two wonderful kids.
I told a lot of people my story when I was little, but I was always told not to make stories up and to quit lying. I was in high school before anyone believed me.
My mother does not acknowledge that anything ever happened. She made jokes for a long time about it. She overdosed over a year ago, but before that we had not spoken for years.
I don't have anything to do with my old family. When I married my current husband I had to leave all of that behind. I am a survivor and mine is one chain of abuse that will not continue. I will never forget what happened. It made me who I am, which is a beautiful, strong woman who will never be the victim again and teaches her kids the same.
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