Child Abuse Story From Tammy1
by Tammy
(Sydney, Australia)
TRIPLE BETRAYAL:
My father was the child of an abuser. My father then married a victim of incest. My father then made a choice to call me out of bed when I was 7 so he could start what would end up being 12 years of daily sexual abuse.
I had been told weeks prior to my father's first abusive encounter with me, that it was my responsibility to say no if my grandfather, uncles or EVEN MY DAD tried to touch me. He set me up from the start. I said no. He told me that it was okay. He was my dad and if I loved him I would do what I was told. So I did. This became a normal part of my life. Although once I was a teenager I detested him and what he would do.
If I denied him, he would go into his black moods and reject me, ignore me, throw me out under the guise that I was a rebellious teenager. He was cruel. I put a stop to it when I was 19. By this time I had been partying heavily for a year. Not promiscuously whatsoever, just lots of drinking and going out. After I said NO MORE, he kicked me out on Christmas. I spent the night sitting at the pub with my best friend. I decided to try speed. I had been so against all drugs up to that point.
I loved it.
I could become someone else, someone confident and likeable. I pushed away all thoughts of my father. I moved back home and he ignored me for about 7 weeks straight. No explanation, I just saw pure hatred in his eyes whenever he looked at me.
On the 7th week I met a guy and brought him home. My father was my best mate again. Everyone's favourite guy. He then decided to pack up and move interstate with my mum. They left within two months. I was 19 and was left with my 16-year-old brother.
Things didn't work out for them and they returned home within months. By this time, I was settled nicely with my boyfriend and limited the contact with my dad. I was so happy in my own life I thought I could push the other stuff away.
Three years later, I gave birth to our daughter. From that moment, I was consumed with fear for her. The nightmares began, the guilt was unbearable. I kept pushing the rising panic down as deep as I could rather than deal with what I was feeling. I began to hit speed pretty hard for a short period of time. I felt lost and worthless. I thought my husband would hate me for not telling him earlier. I thought no one would believe me, and I knew that I would bring worlds crashing down. I convinced myself that I would never tell, that I was okay.
The year my daughter turned 7, I lost the plot. I am a control freak, a neat freak. All aspects of my life began to unravel. I CONFRONTED HIM AND TOLD MY HUBBY AND BROTHER. My father never responded. He took a restraining order out on me instead to silence me. I am in the process of criminal proceedings.
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