Child Abuse Story From Wendy

by Wendy
(New Zealand)

I was the youngest of five when my parents divorced. I was 3 months old when my mother started using uppers. We were soon in care as foster children. I spent the next 14 years of my life back and forth between my mum and Social Welfare. During these years, my mum had several more kids to several different men.

The earliest memory I have is when I was six years old. My mother's boyfriend at that time was an island man. I don't remember much about him. I do remember being touched and not feeling good about it, but I don't remember telling anyone. I was soon back in foster care, as mum had left five of us with my fifteen-year-old sister with no money, to chase a boyfriend over to Australia for three weeks. A neighbour called Welfare, and most of us were back in a foster home.

After several months, I was sent back to my mum, who had a new boyfriend. This island man would sneak into my room late at night and abuse me. I started to try and stay up as late as I could, to wait for him to fall asleep. But then he started waking very early and sneaking into my room. I was so scared. I would try to pretend I was asleep. When he would try to remove my underwear I would roll over, making as if I was waking. This didn't do much to stop him, even when I would moan or cry as if having a bad dream. I then started to wake before anyone and dress for school and leave. Once, he caught me. He grabbed me from behind and started trying to pull my underwear down. My mum walked in. I was sobbing. She yelled. I ran out back and jumped into a huge prickle bush and hid, thinking Oh no, I'm back into care again.

About 30 minutes later, Mum and the abuser came out and found me. Mum told me "It's not your fault, it's his. And it won't happen again." He stayed in the house as if nothing ever happened.

Not long after, it all began again. I remember my mum asking if it happen again. I just cried and ran out. That afternoon she told me I was to hide in the lounge behind the couch, and that she would tell the abuser that I was staying at a neighbour's, and then, when he went to bed, she would come get me and take me to bed.

I lay behind the couch with no blanket or anything for hours. Then she and the abuser came into the lounge with their mattress off their bed and placed it in the lounge. They had sex and slept there, with me hiding behind the couch the whole night. I think my mum did more damage to me than the abuser. My hell didn't stop there, but for now I can't write any more. Thanks. Wendy

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