Child Abuse Story From Kyra
by Kyra
(Colorado, USA)
A child of the 1970's - by Kyra:
I was brought into this world by deceit. My mother married my father when they were both 18 years old. They met in college and dropped out to get married. I was told by my mom that my dad used a lot of drugs before I was born. My father never wanted children, and my mom knew this. She got pregnant anyway by not taking her birth control. She and my dad were 22. I don't remember my mom and dad ever being together. They divorced when I was 2 years old. My mom had full custody of me. My dad was not in my life much, until I was 15. (I had tried to commit suicide and was sent to live with him and my step-mom.)
Let's back up....
The reason my dad did not want to have kids was because he was brought up in such a terrible situation...my grandfather would molest my dad. My grandmother was a successful realtor and would be out of town a lot. These were the times that my dad was subjected to abuse. I was told that my grandfather would tie my dad to a tree and leave him there to wet himself. I am not sure of the full extent of what was done sexually to my dad, but I know it was bad.
I guess my dad was afraid to show any kind of affection towards me. I still have an awkward relationship with my dad. I keep more in touch with him than he does me.
Life living with my mom was very dysfunctional. I think I have been molested. I was about three. I remember being in this apartment with some man. He was taking pictures of me on these blocks. The next thing I remember is lying on his bed, pulling a sheet over my head because I was being shy? Not sure what had happened. My shirt was off.
Another time I remember my mom brought home some guy from a party that we were at. I think I was about 8 or 9. He was really nice to me, and I was afraid of the dark. I had asked him if he would lay with me in my room until I fell asleep. While laying there with me, he started to rub my leg and rubbed himself against me. I wasn't really sure what he was doing, but I started to feel weird and uncomfortable. My mom then walked in and told the guy to come with her. She looked at me, and I remember she looked like she was mad at me. Some years later, I asked my mom about that night. She said, "Yeah, that guy was weird." I was so hurt that she didn't really show any emotion. I guess I should just be grateful that she walked in when she did.
My mom had a lot of boyfriends. She would leave me alone a lot to party. There were times she would have me at the bar with her on school nights. I would sit there at the bar and drink Shirley Temples and play video games. I was very used to entertaining myself. I watched my mom be beaten by a boyfriend. This guy she was with on and off was a drug dealer. He did some time in jail. During this time, my mom met my brother's dad. My mom got pregnant with my brother when I was 12. My step-dad became physically abusive towards me. We had a lot of fights.
I didn't mean to be so long-winded. I come to this sight a lot, and I thought I would share my story. Thank you for having this web-site.
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Child Abuse Story From Brandi
by Brandi
(USA)
What I went through was a while ago. People say it's not that bad, but its killing me inside, and it has been for a while now.
I've been through both physical and psychological abuse for most of my life. I've got it from a lot of people: my mom, aunt, grandmom, sister, dad, the list can go on. But I don't let many people in on these things. I'm just doing this to help out any kids that need to hear this.
The abuse was so heartbreaking that it makes me cry if I even hear someone say that they love me. It would mean the world to me if my parents would say how they really feel and stop leading me along to play their games. It's not fair for me to cry every night when I think of all that's gone on. I never asked for this, I just got it. They hurt me every day. They can't even see that their child is slowly dying inside.
My mother is the big one on the psychological part. Every chance she gets she will pick me apart. She tells me how conceded I am, and how I will never find anyone who loves me. I can't understand why she does this to me, but I guess she just wants to feel better about her life. I have only tried to make my parents proud of me, but it's like for every step forward I get thrown back by a million.
My dad was big on the physical abuse that went from childhood up until 2 years ago. He has pulled out my hair, choked me, thrown me, thrown objects at me, yelled and screamed in my face, and choked me up on a stone fireplace. I haven't done anything wrong to him. And he has never even said that he is sorry for what he has done to me. I can't believe I still love them both. Even though they really haven't been there. And deep in my heart I don't feel like they love me at all. But there is not much you can do to make someone realize how you feel and what you're willing to go through to earn their love. In a normal life, the love should be there...you don't need to earn love, but that's just the way life goes for a girl like me, one who puts her heart out there and tries to make someone see how she needs someone to just say how they feel about her and let her know its okay to cry and not be afraid to let her true emotions come to the surface. But hey, that's how it is for me. That's just the way it goes. What's a girl to do when the love isn't true?
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