Child Abuse Story From Yonda
by Yonda
(California, USA)
Betrayed:
I moved to America from Russia with my mother when I was 5 years old, shortly after my father died in a car accident. I simply love to learn new things, and quickly picked up the English language.
My mother had always been kind to both me and my sister, Juliana, who is my twin. But after my father's sudden death, things changed. Though my sister and I are twins, one huge thing is different: I have cerebral palsy and use crutches to walk. Due to this, my mother would always be calling me "cripple" or "stupid," saying I was simply a waste of time and space. She was also physically abusive. She would hit me with anything she could find: belts, extension cords...anything. I sometimes wondered why me, yet not my sister. Most of the time, I simply thanked God she was safe from my mother's rage.
I remember one summer clearly, when I was 6. Both my sister and I were at the babysitter's while my mother was out of town. The babysitter took my sister and me swimming. She asked why I didn't want to swim. I simply shook my head no. Thinking I was just afraid, she told me she would help me and that I would be ok. She took off the shirt I was wearing over my swimsuit and saw the big purple marks from my mother's belt. She asked what happened, and I told her I fell. She just left it at that. It bothers me that some people can be ignorant enough to see marks like that on a child and not do anything. It all ended when I was 16, when my mother threw hot oil on my back. I still have scars.
After that incident, the police stepped in and my sister and I went to live with my grandmother in California. I am now 19, and both my sister and I are attending college. Though the past was dark, the future can still be bright.
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