Child Abuse Story from Sheryl Ann

by Sheryl W
(Wichita, Kansas, USA)

My father was my UNCLE...I just found out, I have a 3/4 sister and brother...Why ¾? Our mothers were sisters. My birth mother left me with grandma, while she went and found a husband. She had 2 more little girls before I was 4 years old. Her husband didn't want anything to do with me, so she had to put me up for adoption.

I'd been left at a hospital by my birth mother, and this lovely young couple from the nearest TOWN took me home...I cried for weeks. I couldn't eat. I hid in my room and played in the closet. I hated that woman who adopted me.

They tried to force me to eat; I'd throw up. She made me eat in the bathtub. They moved frequently when he got a promotion. I thought they were running away from someone. She yelled at me about everything. I never went on a vacation with them; they'd leave me for a week or two while they went on vacation. I got yelled at for talking to another young girl and telling her that her mother was pregnant.

When my adoptive mother got pregnant, I had to scratch her back and rub her feet, before the baby was born. Then I had to fold the diapers. Two more babies were born, and it continued. We moved, she kept me isolated from family and friends.

One day, I was late coming home from school. She was sweeping the floor. She hit me over the head with the broom, breaking the handle. He never knew what she did. She ran the household, he made the money. I went to 13 schools before college.

It's always been ALL about her...."How could you have done this to me?" is what she said when I called to tell them I was getting married because I was pregnant.

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