Child Abuse Story From Princess Andie TM
by Princess Andie TM
(Los Angeles, California, USA)
Sent away, my sister & I...not knowing what was to become:
Many, many years ago when I was (15) & my sister (12), my Mom had decided to send us up North to live temporarily with my Aunt & Uncle. The reason I'm sharing my story is that though I reconnected w/my Aunt and had a good (7) years.....I was surprised at her recent abusive behavior towards me. It brought it all back and I have been having nightmares.
We were only to be their for (3) months. But my Aunt cut us off from the phone & mail. If we didn't eat what she cooked, we went to bed hungry. Often I got up and snuck food, and when my Aunt would get up I'd drop it in my shorts and by God's grace my elastic band caught it. It was hard to hear: " Your Mother doesn't love you." Which than she'd sock me in the belly and imitate a 'Bull-dike', by wording: " Hey, Hey, Hey." Then I'd get hit. She told me I could go live up on some juvy jail for bad kids. It was real hard when my toys and dolls were taken out of my room. She sold them in a shop. I think one of the most disgusting thing that happened is being afraid to defecate. She'd bang on the door yelling: That is (3) squares....Are you afraid of your own butt?" Since she made us go to court to tell the judge we hadn't heard from our Mother, she got welfare. Though the check was suppose to be for us, she wanted to buy something. I somehow knew my Mom was trying to get thru, because when she'd pick up the phone and say hello..hello. And then hang up....I just knew. Then one day my friend put in a letter that they were going to call the cops because no letters were answered. Than I got one. Than my Mom called the operator & my Aunt
was forced to let us talk to her while her husband was down below listening. My Mom could tell something was wrong and immediatley contacted DSHS. They sent a lady out. In (2) days the cops came to my High School & my sister's school to escort the worker up the woods. My Aunt had all my stuff in a big box..She stole some of my clothes. But more than that. She betrayed me in an in-humane manner. And I am sharing my story because parents need to really know their own family before doing something like this. I thought my Aunt had changed. But she hasn't. Why? Because she is angry that she has to share a summ of money with my Mother. The recent letter is so damning. As usual the abuser...manipulates the victim and blames them. Only difference now is I am an adult. What is sad is she has not changed. I moved to the sun belt & manage a beautiful apartment building....but she lives in the past & I not.
Don't be fooled if they say they are sorry & found God.....They may still be the same. She called me one day & I accepted her apology. I feel she can not handle being around the Mother/Daughter bond. Because what became of a sister to sister talk---initiated by me.... her abusive letter & talk came out---- I urged my Mom to call her...My Aunt than became very abusive. But she wanted so to talk to my Mom? My story reminds me of: Flowers in the Attic When you are trapped all you can think of is escape.
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