My story
Most people would look at my family and think we were a normal healthy family. In fact, many of my dads friends probably never knew most of the things he did to his children. There were times of feeling like a normal family.
I was 3 when my real father killed himself, my brother and I lived with my mom and her mother while my older sister drifted between staying with us and my fathers mother. We were very poor, no indoor bathroom, but I was fairly happy spending most of my time with my very sweet grandmother. Everyone loved her, we would walk to the local stores nearly everyday. Then one day when I had just turned 7 my mother got remarried and everything changed. That very summer I got my first beating for no particular reason from my stepfather, I think it was merely to let us know that he could and many more would follow.
He had 2 boys and a daughter so there were 6 of us now and I would say there really wasn't that much favoritism though his daughter was the very jealous type and didn't necessarily see it that way. She really wanted her mother and father to get back together which was never going to happen. So sometimes she would pick fights with me so I was forced to defend myself though I am not into physical confrontations or fighting like her.
My mother was very emotional and would often tear our room apart and make us clean it, if it didn't suit her when we were finished, she would destroy it and make us clean it again. If she got angry with us she would corner us and hit us with her fists while calling us vulgar names such as sluts. If we defended ourselves by holding our hands up or trying to kick her away, she would tell my stepfather we hit her and we would be punished with a beating either with a switch, belt, or board. We sometimes would have to wait days before the punishment, he would just out of the blue say oh, I owe you a whipping go get the board or if it was summer go cut a switch. We often had cuts from the switches all over our legs so it was embarrassing to wear shorts.
When I was 12 and starting to develop my stepfather would touch us inappropriately. Once when my mother was away, he had me and my stepsister take a bath then he came in when we were dressing and pulled our towels off of us and later that evening he carried me into his bed and i abruptly got up and went back to my bed. My stepsister said he had sex with her that night. He never had sex with me thank god but the touching was bad enough. My stepsister spread it around school after that experience and my parents found out so we were afraid to go home because my dad said he would kill us if we ever told after giving us a beating to show he was serious. We ran away for a few days so it got to the police where the sargeant actually believed us, but my mom was skeptical for years though I knew she kind of believed us from the beginning because she knows I would not lie about such a thing. She was in a sort of denial I guess.
I was 3 when my real father killed himself, my brother and I lived with my mom and her mother while my older sister drifted between staying with us and my fathers mother. We were very poor, no indoor bathroom, but I was fairly happy spending most of my time with my very sweet grandmother. Everyone loved her, we would walk to the local stores nearly everyday. Then one day when I had just turned 7 my mother got remarried and everything changed. That very summer I got my first beating for no particular reason from my stepfather, I think it was merely to let us know that he could and many more would follow.
He had 2 boys and a daughter so there were 6 of us now and I would say there really wasn't that much favoritism though his daughter was the very jealous type and didn't necessarily see it that way. She really wanted her mother and father to get back together which was never going to happen. So sometimes she would pick fights with me so I was forced to defend myself though I am not into physical confrontations or fighting like her.
My mother was very emotional and would often tear our room apart and make us clean it, if it didn't suit her when we were finished, she would destroy it and make us clean it again. If she got angry with us she would corner us and hit us with her fists while calling us vulgar names such as sluts. If we defended ourselves by holding our hands up or trying to kick her away, she would tell my stepfather we hit her and we would be punished with a beating either with a switch, belt, or board. We sometimes would have to wait days before the punishment, he would just out of the blue say oh, I owe you a whipping go get the board or if it was summer go cut a switch. We often had cuts from the switches all over our legs so it was embarrassing to wear shorts.
When I was 12 and starting to develop my stepfather would touch us inappropriately. Once when my mother was away, he had me and my stepsister take a bath then he came in when we were dressing and pulled our towels off of us and later that evening he carried me into his bed and i abruptly got up and went back to my bed. My stepsister said he had sex with her that night. He never had sex with me thank god but the touching was bad enough. My stepsister spread it around school after that experience and my parents found out so we were afraid to go home because my dad said he would kill us if we ever told after giving us a beating to show he was serious. We ran away for a few days so it got to the police where the sargeant actually believed us, but my mom was skeptical for years though I knew she kind of believed us from the beginning because she knows I would not lie about such a thing. She was in a sort of denial I guess.
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