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Carrie

Carrie

I was abused by my father and two older brothers, emotionally, physically, and sexually. We were raised in a strict Roman Catholic household and the mottos were 'children are to be seen and not heard from' and 'do as I say not as I do'.


The biggest problem I have with all this, is their denial that they did anything wrong and their dumping the guilt on me 'as being the problem'.


My oldest brother was killed in an accident two years ago and I was glad because he abused me the worst, using a BB gun in a small room, to scare me into not telling my parents.

Of course that wasn't necessary as the 'boys' could do no wrong in our family. I know I tried to tell my parents but they would not listen. After my brother’s death, I had told my mother that I wanted to talk about what had happened.


She said it wasn't time. I would say a year went by and I mentioned it again and she said it didn't need to be talked about. It is so offensive to 'not be of any importance' to your own flesh and blood parents.

Now my sister is dying of Cancer and there is this pain coming back all over again. She lived with a guy (still is) that sexually abused her oldest daughter. To me, I feel the cancer has a lot to do with her denial.


It seems that all the family is coming to her rescue with this cancer but no one says anything about the daughter's feelings and the fact that she will not be able to get to the funeral (even if she wanted to).


The boyfriend seems like he should not be held accountable either. Actually he thought he could help me with what I had gone through with my brother, because "he knew what happened, changed me".


Yet he will not acknowledge that what he did, changed my sister's daughter. All of this just makes me more angry at everything!!!

bianca

bianca.

London.

My mother left my father when I was a baby. My father came home from work and she was gone. She also left me and my brother behind.

It took my dad a while to track her down but adventualy he did, she agreed to take me and leave my brother.

There was a new male role in my life and that was her new boyfriend but that did not last as he used to beat her. I can still hear his fist again on her body. I think my mum used to take it out on me because I used to get hit a lot by her.

After all that a another man came into her life. I can remember more or less straight away he started to hit me. Mainly on the backs of my legs.

He used to scare me because he would say he was going to hit me when I least expected it. Then the older I got the worse his hitting go.

It would turn into ear pulling ,throat grabbing , arm twisting ,you name it and he did it. it is quiet clear to me now my mum was ok for him to do it as she would witness it from time to time.

As for my mother she never stopped hitting me ,she would hit me over things like having trouble doing my homework or not cleaning something right.

She had a short temper so if she dropped something she would usually hit me. not only did she hit me. She would call me fat and ugly and tell me I was a low life like my dad.she would often threaten me with her partner and tell me when he gets home i would get it.

He usually crept into my room at night and did it then by ripping off my covers and gripping me in some way. I can never remember my mum telling me she loved me.

I never got hugs or kisses and i was always being compared to other people that she thought was better than me.

If I ever had a problem or was in trouble I could never go to her as she would always blame me. She never defended me or supported me, she just showed me nothing but hate.

My mum was very big on cleaning and every saturday morning was the same. Up at the crack of dawn to clean and I would usually get the beating of the week,sometimes she would make my nose bleed or wind me so I could not breath.

I don't think anyone ever suspected a thing because my mum was very good at putting on an act and she used to make people think I was the daughter from hell,by lying to them so if I ever did tell anyone they would not have believed me.

At the age of 10 I was sexually abused by her partner. I was off school and had chicken pox. I was itching from head to toe,he told me to lye on the bed so he could put cream on me.

He took off my knickers and put the ointment in my private parts,at one point it hurt. I told my mum and she said it was ok as he was my dad.

But he could never be my dad as I love my dad and i know my real dad would never harm me in any shape or form.my dad has a lot of guilt because he feels that he could have been a better dad,but I'm not angry at him,I love him.

My mum's husband would often watch me in the crack of the door while I got change. I remember once he waited till I took off my tights then came into my room and beat me on the back of the legs with a belt,I still don't know until this day why.

When I turned 17 I was told to leave and I had nowhere to go. I got into the wrong crowd of people and I started to sleep with guys who
really did not care for me.

I just wanted to be loved and in a way I felt like having sex I was getting that love. But now I know I was being used.my dream was to always have a baby.

I think that I wanted something of my own to love my wish came true and I now have a son and am pregnant with a baby girl.

I'm excited for the future because I know I could never hurt any of my kids the way my mum hurt me. I always compare myself to my mum and I always try never to do things the way she did, even down to little things like wear my hair the same.

I don't have a real shonship with her any more as i had to let go and except that she will never be the mother I want her to be,as for her partner that abused me, well he's gone and she's with someone else now.

A child who was abused.

A child who was abused.

My father is a good looking tall man with dark hair and greenish eyes. His appearance was very important to him and he took great care in his dress and toilet.

He also enjoyed doing cruel things to his three daughters whom he said he owned outright. He kicked my baby sister(2years old) in the stomach. He called her over to him and she was so surprised to get attention from him. She toddled over to him with a big smile on her face. He then kicked her in the stomach and then when she began sobbing he took her picture with his instant camera and put the picture in the family photo album.

Some say that he was just doing what he knew by kicking my little sister, a parent just doing the best with the knowledge he had at the time, but I don't think so. He hurt her in a premeditated and deliberate way, with no alcohol involvement, no drug involvement. It was in the middle of the day, a Saturday.


My father made my older sister and I fight in the livingroom, like two pitbull dogs. He made us hurt eachother while he watched. He would smile and then end the games.

He enjoyed having power over us. He enjoyed humiliating us. We are humans and he treated us like we were nothing. He would tell me that he had no tolerance for pain and would cry if he struck his thumb with a hammer. He often lamented about his own sorrows and cried for himself.

You know, some people are just evil and when they have the opportunity to have total power over vulnerable innocents, they strike. My father was and is an evil man in my opinion.

I divorce him as my father because of the evil things he has done; the beatings, the terror. Some people take advantage of their role as parent and take advantage of the child who wants the parent to love them....but remember God's words, "Can a women forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet I will not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands