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Child Abuse Story From Teresa

by Teresa
(California, USA)




Life or Death: 
I was a victim of child abuse. My mom was single after she had me at a very young age. When I was 5 I would be home alone, and everything wasn't bad. I was happy. My mom would come home from work and we would spend time together and everything. When she had to leave on a business trip I stayed with her friends who were a married couple. I didn't like it at all. The man of the women made me watch him pee while the wife was taking a bath and she didn't give a heck! It made me angry that my mom wasn't there.

Later on, when a few months passed, my mommy came back I was glad to see her, but everything changed. She had got married to a man named Tony. He was in the army. After that they had a baby girl, my first sister. I was very happy. But things weren't pleasure.

When Tony left for work I would wake up and get ready for school. I would have to use cold water because my mom said so. I didn't think it was very bad at first but it got even worse. She was being so mean. In the morning before it was time for school I would stand against the wall doing squats for as long as she said. Then when I came home I would wash the floor with a sponge and a bucket of water.

Then one day she was raging mad because she had made these brownies and found my fingerprints on them, but what can I say, I was starving. I would do anything for food, but she didn't understand that. She grabbed me by the neck and threw me down the stairs and screamed at me to get my "ASS UP!" I got up with dizziness. It felt like I was waking up from a coma. I had that feeling when you have a cast on for so long and when you get it taken off you have the springy feeling. It was weird. This kept going on and on. I went to school. My teacher got really suspicious and she couldn't help it. She sent me to the principal's office. Then he asked me questions, and of course I was trained to lie, saying I fell or I got hit by a ball. It was retarded. Then he sent a Child Protective Services lady. She checked my body and had to talk to my mom. When we got to my house you could see the reaction on her face. She was acting weird, acting like nothing happened, that I was fine, but she knew she would get into trouble.



They sent me to the hospital to be checked by a doctor. He asked if I was being hit and I wanted to tell him so bad but I couldn't. I was told to lie. I told him I was hit by a baseball. He told my mom that it was too big of a bruise to be hit by just a baseball, but she just didn't turn herself in. I was praying the Lord to not let me go home by myself with her. I would get my ass kicked so hard but that's what I got. She got mad and sent me to my grandma's.

On my way to the airport I had a cough. She made me sit in the middle seat and each time I coughed she pinched me so hard. I didn't care. I was gonna be saved. When I got there I wanted to run in the plane, and that's what happened. She didn't tell me she would miss me or that she loved me or would contact me. But I was happy. I felt free from all my misery. I was SAFE! at last. I had a good feeling.

I met my grandma, and she was like a mom to me. I loved everything. But I still think that this is all my fault. I was the reason for my mom's reactions. I felt guilty, and like she said, "A MISTAKE". But I feel great and I'm turning 13 and I'm happy I'M HAPPY THAT I KNOW GOD'S WITH ME WHEN I NEED HIM.

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Child Abuse Story From Teresa

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Aug 04, 2009
It's NOT your fault; it will NEVER be your fault...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Teresa, the abuse your mother inflicted on you wasn't about you; it's about your mother and whatever is troubling her. You are perfect as you are. I'm so glad you're now safe and in the loving home of your grandmother. Always believe that you're worthy of that love, because you ARE worthy of that love.

Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me.

A Video Reading by Darlene Barriere
Darlene Barriere
Webmaster: www.child-abuse-effects.com
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir


Aug 04, 2009
Your mother was out of control
by: Anonymous

Teresa, your mother is wrong. She is really to blame, not you. She really has lots of problems and she really needs help...but you need help, too. have you tried counselling? Have you told your grandma what your mother had done to you? I'm glad that your granny is with you now because she is so sweet for doing that!

Aug 05, 2009
Why? Oh Why? The mystery of life
by: Maurice

Teresa, I agree with Darlene and anonymous it was not your fault. Your mother had big problems of her own. I don't condone or agree with the way she used and abused her lovely beautiful child. She knew what she was doing and therefore as your mother abused you. For a mother to treat her child of her own flesh like that is a total mystery to me and has been with all the cases of abuse by mothers that I know of through the years. Mothers in particular are the most precious women of life, They carry their beautiful child in their womb for 9 months while the most beautiful of creation is being formed (A Child of God A child of the Universe) Then they lovingly birth that creation. It is a mystery that afterwards a mother in particular could treat that gift like a rag doll. Abuse is abuse. Teresa, you are that beautiful gift, child, Now you have to see yourself as such. with help, maybe a counsellor would be a great help to you. Other than that your closest of female friend or friends whom I am certain you have opened up to about the way your Mother treated you. I have no doubt you'll be brave and strong and really LOVE your pretty and beautiful self. Let go of those sad memories of your child hood. Let your mantra be It was not my fault. Teresa, look at that wonderful and beautiful ME in the mirror. Be kindness itself to that ME. Be gentle and understanding of that ME in the mirror. I'm Special and I am going to love that ME in the mirror. I can, I will, I must, because that ME teenager/adolescent/young adult woman/woman is ME. Hug that ME in the mirror and trust your closest of friends to hug you back to thinking positive, acting positive and being positive about your wonderful and beautiful self. That you are Teresa Always believe in yourself.

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