Child Abuse Story From Pamela
by Pamela
(Wisconsin, USA)
Abuse Happens By School Teachers And Peers As Well:
I am a 35-year-old survivor of abuse, both emotionally and sexually. My sexual abuse started at the age of 4, when my parents who worked dropped me off at the babysitter's. The woman's husband was a higher-up in the military. The guy would make me go into the bathroom with him and make me suck on his penis. He never progressed past that because one day, I told my parents about it. They confronted him and his wife, and told them that if she didn't give up her daycare business, they would report them to the police.
Second instance of abuse was from a friend's sister, who was in high school at the time. She made me have sex with their dog and used clothes hangers on me. It went on for a while, her threatening me to beat me up if I told. But I already knew it was wrong and told a social worker at our school about it. The girl was placed in foster care and got the help she needed. I found out later, after she apologized to me, that she was abused also.
The emotional abuse started from the day I started school till the day I dropped out, but it got worse when I went to this one school in Wisconsin. At least in my other schools the teachers would try and help me! When I went to St. Croix, the bullying got worse and worse through the years. I was stabbed with pencils on the bus, called fat, stupid, retarded, they even made fun of my appearance! Nothing I did was right. Even my teachers got in on it.
One time, I was in class and I refused to do some math homework, so my teacher took me down to the principal's office. I had to see the counselor, but instead of trying to help me, they belittled me by putting a desk in the front of the office. The counselor said he would make me do the homework even if he had to ram it down my throat. The teacher and the counselor were laughing about it all, while I was sitting their within ear shot.
Just before I went into 7th grade, I remember telling my teacher that I was gonna be in band and her writing a big memo on the board while telling me she was not gonna let me be in band because I would not understand it anyways!
Again in 8th grade, the abuse continued. This one teacher loudly pronounced in front of the whole class that I was stupid. Everyone laughed at my expense.
School was a miserable experience for me, as I was learning disabled (LD) and never really had anyone to stick up for me! My teachers chalked it up to the fact I was not trying to make friends. During the last year of school, I remember my teacher calling my friend in to the classroom, saying that she needed to talk to her because she was pregnant. Later, I found out she had told her that she should not be friends with me because I was gonna hurt her baby!
When time came for graduation, no one told me that even with LD you could still go on to college because there are universities that except people like me, people with learning challenges. I was basically told I would be working as a bagger all my life, and that I was not capable of making good money, or having a nice job that paid! In essence, my teachers and school passed me just to get me out of there. Years later, I went back to get the documents I needed for the extra time on GED tests. My school blew me off and just laughed.
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