Child Abuse Story From Pammy P

by Pammy P
(Chile)

I don't remember when but, I think I feared my father since I was born. From my first memories, I always remember him yelling at my mother or attacking her, and yelling and threatening me and my two brothers, one older than me, one younger.

Sometimes the threats became into beatings, sometimes don't. So I knew around the house for my own good I had to play and do things in silence, far away from his eyes, the better. If he called my name, I used to do the cross sign over my chest, and hope that I could walk through his dorm without being beat with his belt.

We could not tell anyone, and my mother told us he was a good father and she protected him, so for a long period of time, I really thought I was bad for hating a good father and doing wrong things, so that's why he beat me, because I was bad and stupid.

One time, I remember, since I have been in hell, I actually pee my pants because I was so scared, and he kept yelling and kicking me. My mom say nothing. She was there.

It would be too long, to tell all I been through, but, I'm at least glad that I'm far away now, that I have peace in my ears and soul, and that looking at websites like this, I understand finally it wasn't me, that I didn't deserve the way he treated me, that he was mean, and hurt me a lot. And when I speak with my mom on the phone, I can break the silence, and tell her he was a monster and he destroyed my life. And I don't care anymore if both don't like what I say, because I'm not lying.

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