Child Abuse Story From Wild Sprite
by SH - Now Here
I was born to a mother who was unable to care for me adequately. She would neglect me by locking me in closets for extended periods of time and not feeding me nutritiously. By the time I was five I was placed in different foster homes and had the cognitive ability of a two year old. Plus my baby teeth were rotten and had to be pulled out by a dentist. I have memories of sexual abuse during those years, but I have not told anyone but my wonderful husband. The memories of sexual abuse include feeling a man's private parts as well as lying on a bed while different boys took turns to lie on me. When I was six I was fostered into a wealthy family home and eventually adopted by them by ten years of age. Overall they were a nice family and provided all my material needs. But my adoptive mother never became close and I have never had a mother-daughter relationship. She was very controlling and would verbally and emotionally abuse me on occasion when my adoptive father was not there. She would call me a stupid little girl and go into rages that would sometimes end with a slap on the face or a fist to the head or chest. She would restrict me from making friends. If I did bring a friend home, she would find some fault in them so eventually I became a social recluse. The only solace I had was when I was around animals. Eventually I had enough and ran away from home with a guy. I only knew the guy for a week, but he made me feel wanted. I married him but he became abusive physically. He would strangle me, put a pillow over my face, and hit me. This usually happened when he was drunk. The police came to my home 3 times because a neighbor called, but I always lied to protect him. (Most people do not understand why a victim of domestic abuse would lie, but the abuser also psychologically scares the victim.) He would hold my dog in the air with my dogs neck in his arms and said he will kill the dog if I said anything. The only thing I had ever loved in my life up to that point was my dog. He also told me if I ever left him he would kill me. I ended up running away and mailing him divorce papers through my lawyer. I did not disclose where I was, and after a year of waiting - he signed the papers. I went through 3 years of post traumatic stress where I would be terrified to think he was around the corner. I put myself through college and received my Bachelor of Science degree. Finally after 27 years of life lived in misery, I met my 2nd husband who I have been with for ten years. He has never once hurt me verbally, emotionally, physically. He understands me and has almost broken down the wall that I have built around my heart. He treats me like a queen and says I am the most strongest and resilient person he has ever met. He has met my 2 "other personalities" - the little girl and the warrior who guards my heart - and has accepted them. He has shown me how beautiful I am, and we have 2 beautiful little girls who have only known love, love, and more love. They will never ever hurt like I did. I broke the cycle.  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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