Child Abuse Story From Tess
by Tess
(USA)
I can't believe I'm doing this, finally. I've never told anyone about my abuse before. I have been through so much in my short life so far, I don't always no how to handle it. But I guess I'll start from the beginning.
I have been a foster child ever since I can remember. My father died and my mother was "unfit," as they said, so I've been popcorned home to home. The first few were okay, but then I arrived at the worst one when I was about 5.
There was a mother, a father, and they had twin boys who were 14. At first it was great and everyone was nice to me. Then, the mother went out to dinner with some friends. I slept in the room right beside the twins, and late at night, Max, the younger twin walked in. He told me to be quiet, or he'd get Matt (his brother) and they'd beat me up. At first I thought he was kidding, then he got on top of me and started stripping down my clothes. He touched me in uncomfortable places. I didn't know what to do. Then he made me suck his penis, and when I didn't, he called Matt in. Matt got really excited and stripped off his clothes. Max got on top of my head and forced me to suck, nearly suffocating me. Then Matt started touching my privates like Max did, and then he started sticking his finger as deep as he could, making me cry because it hurt so bad. They were in my room torturing me for at least 3 hours, then they heard their mother come home and they ran back to their beds.
I couldn't tell anyone, because I thought what they were doing was because I was bad. But they came back a couple nights later with new ideas. This time their father would come too, but only when the mother went out. The father would "tickle" my privates, and they kept telling me they did it because they loved me and wanted to keep me. Thank the Lord, I was sent to the next foster home a month later.
I have seen so many families in my 15 years of foster homes, but that was the worst.
There was one family, a couple, who would hit me if I didn't do everything perfect. When I messed up, they would make sure I had it in my head that I was nothing, and I would never be loved by anyone.
Some families gave me the independence of fending for myself. But I am truly happy where I am now. It's a nice, they're nice, but I doubt they'll be my parents. But I'll find my parents someday, and when I know they're the ones, I will tell them all of this. This is good for healing, but I really need to tell it to a person.
Thanks for reading everyone. I hope my story has either helped you realize the hell of abuse or at least the stupidity of some foster agents.
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