Child Abuse Story From Zeke D
by Zeke D
(Location Undisclosed)
I'm 17 years old. I've been in therapy for the past 3 years, trying to deal with stuff that happened to me when I was a kid. My therapist told me about this site, and said that she sometimes recommends it as a way of telling people without actually telling anybody. I read through a few of the stories and figured, what the hell.
My dad walked out before I was born, and my mom was a serious junkie. She did meth/cocaine/heroin, and drank a lot. We were really poor, so she started sleeping with her dealers in exchange for the drugs. Half the time I was left alone at home, and the other half she was so strung out it's like I wasn't there. This went on until I was about 7 or 8.
Every now and then she'd take me with her to the guys' houses if she couldn't leave me home. We went to this one guy's house, and he told her that he'd pay her double if he could have me instead. She agreed, and the guy took me into the other room. I wasn't really sure what was going on, but he told me to take my clothes off. He started touching me, then he'd take my hand and make me touch him. Then he pushed me down onto the bed and raped me. My mom would take me to him once a week or so, but then she would find other guys that wanted me in exchange for cash. I dunno how many different guys there were, but one I can't get outta my head. He liked to cut on me. He'd burn me with cigarettes, and carve stuff into my skin with his knife, brand me with his rings, and wrote whore on my chest with a needle that he heated up with a lighter. I can forget about everything else, but the scars won't go away ever.
It finally stopped when I was 14 when a teacher of mine saw the scars and told the police. They put me into foster care, and I finally ended up being adopted by the family I live with now. I don't talk about it, but they know what happened through my file. They put me in therapy, and are really nice. I'm slowly starting to become friends with my sister. She's 15, and I'm starting to care less and less when she sees my scars. I still don't like being alone with my adoptive dad, but I'm working through it.
I guess this does help. Sorry if it was too short. I just don't like thinking about this stuff for too long, but thanks for providing a place for me to write it out.
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