Child Abuse Story of Healing and Recovery from Kym
by Kym
I don't know where to begin with my story. I guess from the beginning. I grew up with my mother. She was sexually abused as a child. I was around 6 or 7 when my mother forced me to give her oral sex. Afterward she took me in the bathroom and brushed my teeth really hard and she told me if I ever told anyone I would get the worst killing of my life. Which in her terms that meant severe beating. I was use to getting beat. Surprisingly I got to a point where they didn't bother me. But that night...that night of performing oral sex on my mother stayed in my mind for years. I was afraid to tell anyone. I hated her. I finally had the heart to tell someone when I was 15 years old. I told my sister (she wasn't raised with me) and we cried together. I had cried many times before but this cry was different. It was a let go...it was a water balloon that had been waiting to spring a leak. And a heavy leak it did.  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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