Child Abuse Story From Rose
by Rose
im just so very confused. up until 14 my childhood had been hell. i had been adopted and my first year of life was loneliness in the adoption home. after i was adopted i was happy. for about two years. then it was the constant screaming, and spanking, and yanking, and jerking, and spitting, and punishments for no reason, and no love, and insults, and accusations, and being chased, and being threatened, and the scary look in my mothers eyes as i knew she was about to chase me and hurt me. my father was never there to protect me, he would go for a walk and i would be all alone with her. my mother was horrible, she always emphasized that she was the parent and she could do what she wanted, she could scream in my face, spewing lies and calling me names, in the middle of a nowhere! she could spank me with my pants down after chasing me around the house with various objects. she could grab my wrists an squeeze so hard, her nails would dig into my skin, she was allowed to throw me down on the ground and sometimes drag me and try to flip me over and spank me. and then afterword she would always say she loved me...until a few minutes later when she didn't. because of this i went crazy, i was socially inept, i couldn't speak to other kids with out acting weird, an outcast. i had SEVERE OCD that i had to overcome myself because my mom refused to let me see a doctor and every time i "OCD'ed" she would punish me and scream at me. i was horrible in school even though according to how smart i am i should be getting straight As with out trying. i wouldn't do my homework because the second i got home it was screaming until too late at night to do it so i was bad in school...everything was horrible. i became insane. and then the abuse stopped. like that. now i have a wonderful relationship with my mom, i love her, as much as i can, and im happy, im getting straight As and i have my friends....it all stopped when i turned 15. but now im confused....did i make it all up? was my mom really that horrible? i feel like a liar cause now shes so wonderful...but then i remember that i cant remember most of my childhood because of the mother she was, and how every night it was pain. so much pain. it was like my heart was being ripped out of my body, worse. ive felt that only once, and thats when i tried to kill myself and jump off our porch. i know im smart and if i was willing to kill myself to escape her....she did hurt me. i just needed to share. i didnt kill myself that night because as i was about to....looking down from 34 stories i thought about my dad, and i couldn't leave him behind. i love my dad so much. even though he was always there to protect me. but now everything is okay right? my mom stopped so i should be fine right?...right.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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