Child Abuse Story From Shannon G
by Shannon
i have been abused emotionally and physically, as well as neglected since i had started primary school and all through high school, all because i "wrecked" my mothers life just by her being pregnant with me she hates me and i really can't understand why?. my mother used to hit me everyday for something i don't remember doing but she learnt her lesson after i got the child's welfare system on to her. but it didn't stop her from getting my dad to hit me, kick and throw me around like a doll. my mother always called me names as soon as i got home from school and if that wasn't enough she got my siblings to search through my stuff in one the rooms i was sharing with my sister, and give her anything that i had written, printed from the internet or that was of a make-up variety then she would get me in front of her just so that i wouldn't miss out on her tearing up my drawings/creative writings, then my mother would get the make-up that i had and put it into her make-up kit, if that wasn't bad enough my siblings would go on and on about what had happened and were pointing at me and giggling most the time (doing that only made me feel worse about the whole drawing/creative writing thing) i started getting more and more into drawing and writing and would always draw or write when i was feeling angry or sad about something, the results were fantastic and didn't last long before my mother found out and tore them up. this isn't worst of it though no the worst was the time my sister and i were up and talking about something of interest and i got up off the bed and accidentally kneed my sister in the side of the face while getting up, my sister screamed in pain loudly and my mother came rushing in and the next thing i know i'm up against the wall, having the life choked from me while being punched across the face twice, i was so scared that i had wet myself after about 5 minutes my mother let go and gave me a death stare before walking from the room leaving me with a bloody nose and wet pants. my sister who i had accidentally hurt had seen everything and was so shocked by it all that she was frozen to the spot, after awhile she got off the bed and came over to me and asked if i was okay, only i couldn't say anything because i had forced myself to not talk in case my mother came back to hurt me again, so i just nodded my head even though i clearly wasn't okay, my sister left me alone, knowing that i would most likely talk about it later that evening while we were in bed.  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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