Child Abuse Story From

Child Abuse Story:

Child abuse story from Bob was created January 31, 2007 and was originally posted to my child abuse stories page on January 14, 2007 as story #62. Bob is from Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

Child abuse story from Bob depicts physical abuse, sexual abuse and emotional abuse.

The child abuse effects on Bob: feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness, no sense of belonging and suicidal thoughts.

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Child Abuse Story From Bob:

I was adopted at 5 months. My adopting parents were a sea captain, and an Italian woman.

My adopted mother wanted a child, but was unable to have any.

Due to her age, she went to the Black Market and got a child. That child lived to age 3, when it died from drowning.

A year later I was adopted again through that same Black Market operation. That stepmother lived till I was 3.

When I was 5, my father re-married to a woman that didn't want me. My father didn't want me either.

When I was 7, I found out I was adopted and no relation to the family in which I was living. In a single conversation, I lost my bonding and security. I was simply a child no one wanted, living as an outsider.

Every form of abuse was used. There was work that I needed to do every day and if it wasn't done, there were consequences.

I was beaten while I was sleeping, starved, and sometimes beaten so badly I couldn't go to school. There was yelling and I was made to feel stupid and humiliated. No one cared. It was a matter of satisfying and taking care of adults. There were always adult standards that had to be met. I had no idea what those were, and yet I was required to meet them.

When I was 8, I was raped. I never told anyone. I just thought about dying a lot of the time.

When I was 9, I knew I had become a slave and a people pleaser. There was no hope for me. There was no way to become a member of society. I was without any form of merit. As long as I lived I would remain an outsider . . . always DIFFERENT FROM other people.

Almost every day I asked the same question: If I died tomorrow, would it matter, and who would care?

When I was 10, my 2nd stepmother sent guys to sleep with me. They molested me, and when I complained, she told me I was dreaming.

At age 15, my adopted mother and 2 brothers moved to the Midwest so my mother could go to graduate school. It was my responsibility to take care of her and my 2 brothers. There were all the household requirements, as well as going to school.

At night I was loaned out to do industrial cleaning of retail stores. I nearly failed out of high school.

Additionally, the Midwest winters were severe, and when water pipes froze, it was a requirement to lie in the snow banks against the house and thaw out pipes. Slowly freezing is painless except in your joints, when you move. As I lay there, often I thought about lying still and in a few minutes it would end. If I froze, would it matter?

I was also loaned out to a family friend who molested me from age 15-17. There was simply no hope.

When I was 19, I went into the Navy. There I learned that I was not stupid. I could make valid contributions to other people.

My story is very long and convoluted. And now, even though I am 70, it is still a painful remembrance.

Life during that period didn't have to unfold as a horror show, it just did.

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Child abuse story from Bob was re-formatted April 8, 2014

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