Child Abuse Story From Sim
by Sim
Wow, where to start...my physical abuse began when my biological mother met her second husband, I was about eight. Since I could remember, she always told me she hated me. "oooh, I hate you, stupid little b***ard. You look just like your daddy. I cant stand you". Then the physical abuse began. I used to get BEATINGS. Stripped naked, placed in the shower, wet, then beat with an extension cord. Or, stripped naked then beat with the belt buckle. I also have asthma, due to her smoking while pregnant. If I had an asthma attack at night and needed medication, waking her would mean being punched, kicked, or sometimes just being denied treatment. I would pass out at times due to the inability to breathe. I passed out one of these times and woke up to find Id soiled my drawers. T---, (my mom) forced me to eat my feces. I went to school and told my counselor. T--- denied it, and when I got home, she held me by my shoulders and kneed me in the testicles twice. I was always underweight as a child. I have 3 younger sisters who all weighed more than me when I left on my 17th birthday. Everyone in the household was obese, except me, who was literally starving. I was made to eat a piece of bread w peanut butter and roaches on it once. I spent my life in a corner from age 9 to about 11. 16 hours a day or more in a corner. When I hit about 12, I started working. I failed 6th grade because I went to work with my stepfather ( who also saw me as his personal punching bag) during school and summer hours. He is the one responsible for most of the black eyes and busted lips I suffered. When I got a little older, I started running away. The police would bring me back, and then I was in trouble. T--- would lay me on the bed, face down, sit on my head while R--- beat me. I would black out at times. The first time I ran away and caught this beating, my back bled through my shirt the next day at school. I was a child that HATED summer time. I knew I would be lucky to eat anything, but still had to go work in the summer heat. I can never forget working one summer before ninth grade. I worked HARD all summer under the guise of working for my school clothes. When it was time to go shopping, we went garage sailing. At one house there were shoes of all kinds for sale. Im a guy, so I found some old nikes for $1. T--- said no, and instead made me buy some pink pony shoes that were the same price. My outfit first day of school consisted of pink pony shoes, oversized bell bottom baby blue cordarroys, and a yellow dress shirt. This was in 1992. During all these years, I did ALL of the house cleaning, laundry and etc in the house. When I left that hellhole on my 17th birthday, I was 6'1, 90 lbs. My sisters were about 11, 7 and 5 when I left. Since then T--- has brainwashed and lied to them, making them believe I deserved all of this. Telling them I caused her to miscarriage once, and even worst, saying I molested them as babies. This, of all the abuse I suffered, is the worst. Ive always loved my sisters, and now I have no contact with them because of her lies. T--- did all of this in the name of Christianity. No wonder Im atheist. The last thing T--- told me was this: "Yeah, so what if I did abuse you? Grow up and move"...kinda hard to do when everytime I look in the mirror, I see my handsome face riddled with the multiple scars T--- and R--- left me with.  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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