Child Abuse Story From Private
by Private
(Chicago, Illinois, USA)
My mother abused me terribly:
I am now in my late thirties (male) and truly realize how my mother abused me. It took me this long to figure out that it really was not me and that she is to blame.
For my early childhood, she called me names, told me I would never be anything, screamed at me over the smallest things i.e. spilled milk, blamed me for everything, told me that I was not a good kid and nobody would like me, ridiculed me when I did not do good at certain sports or in school (even though I graduated with a 3.4 GPA), withheld things from me and then threatened me by not giving me things that I needed. I now hate my mother truly since she took away a huge part of my life, my childhood, and my twenties.
Throughout my teen years, I was afraid to try new things since she would make fun of me and I always though people would hate me (which they did not) because that is what she told me.
As a child I always told her that she made me feel bad and she did not care. She blamed me and my other siblings.
I now look back and wish things could be different but they are not. I am trying to move forward but it's hard. If you feel that you are abused by your mother, please have her read this, so she realizes that this can mess up a person for life.
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