Child Abuse Story From Onion
by Onion
(United Kingdom)
I feel so sad reading some of these stories of people saying their abuse wasn't that bad, or questioning whether it was abuse or not (I understand though that this is a stage we all go through).
Abuse and its effects are written in our hearts and souls. I wasn't physically or sexually abused, but I know that what happened to me was very, very bad. This is because it was my mother who did this from the day I was born. I was emotionally neglected and psychologically abused. I write this to share my pain with anyone else who thinks that "it wasn't that bad."
My childhood wasn't about the big incidents, but the everyday things: It was about having a toothache and curling up on my own because I knew I wouldn't get any sympathy. It was about not being told "I love you." It was about not getting cuddles, birthday parties, friends over to play, or any choice whatsoever in what I might like to eat, wear or do. It was about having normal childhood problems (like wetting the bed) where I was made to feel that I did it on purpose. It was about the fact that Mum never asked me how my day at school went. It was about me telling her (scrunching up all my courage) that I wasn't happy at school, and then being told that there was nothing wrong with the school and if that if I was unhappy it was my fault. It was about her not even looking at me. It was about her convincing everyone else that I was just a problem child. It was about that look on her face when I was hurting, which confused me; I was an adult starting to heal when I realised that the look was contempt and pleasure. I am healing now and you can too.
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