I Am a Child Abuse Survivor Stories of Experiences (Page 3)

I really need to tell someone my story..hopefully I can let go of what people have done to me by just laying it all out there.
I was born to unwed drug abusing teenagers.They tried to make it work for a few months,but then my...

He kept saying I was making it all up, that I was insane, and now I don't know if I can even trust my own memory; which isn't much considering what happened to me is in a bunch of foggy bits and pieces. Whenever I think too much about...

My parents were never bad parents. They weren't alcoholics, they never hit me and they always made sure there was food on the table. But I always wondered how they never knew? My abuse was systematic and lasted many years. All of the...

apparently its this...

STAGE ONE: REMEMBERING

I am in a breakthrough crisis, having gained some sense of my abuse.
I have determined that I was physically, sexually or emotionally abused as a child.
I have made a commitment to...

I'm not quite strong enough to tell my story yet, but I'm wondering if anyone has had therapy to deal with demons from their childhood?
It's something I've considered a few times when I'm having a tough day and the flashbacks are to...

   They say "hey look at the silver lining, your such a strong person". I'm not strong, i'm independent. when they tell me experiences such as mine if overcome will just make me a better person. I want to scream and rip my hair out of...

From the perspective of the average person, I look like a regular guy attending his first year of college.; I have a lot of friends, I have a family and I have my music (I'm a music performance major in college.) Behind the image of the...

I had pretty neglectful abusive parents so I never really questioned my anger and hostility towards my parents as I got older. I knew something traumatic happened to me as a child but every time I tried to remember but I couldn't. Not...

As a kid and you go thru this you find out monsters dont live in the closet or under the bed, they in fact live in the next room and they are skrewing your mom. I learned at a young age that if you pretend your asleep you wont have to...

I wonder.. is it just me or is it really wrong for them to be that way? When I was little...my mother and father always fought...I'd have to go to sleep covering my ears with my pillow so I wouldn't have to hear them...My mommy..yelling...

Once you see, you cannot un-see. It takes time to untangle the mess of sexual abuse. I know for me it has taken many years just to glimpse the damage. What hurts me the most is knowing that as a child I internalized those early lessons...

This story is about how me and my family went through a hard time, but in the end we made it.... without my best friend; my dad.... I had a dad who everyone wanted, all my friends would always say, " I'm jealous", or "Wow I wish I had...

When I was 4 years old my mother, who was pregnant with my younger brother and sister (twins) sent me to stay with my grandmother (my paternal grandmother) for a few months while she got ready for the birth and to adjust. My mother and...

Told my mum and we moved away,..
My grandad died, i did not go to the funeral, family probably thinking im a heartless bitch.
Uncle has two little girls of his own now...
i dream of confronting him and telling his girlfriend, throwing...

This is something that I pulled out of my mind after a really bad nightmare. I know that this event happened, but it might have pieces of other events tinged in it. This might be hard to read. Warning you now.
"Okay Lilah, remember...

For as long as I can remember I've been angry, angry at myself, angry about things I can't ever remember. My childhood under a vail the I can't seem to remove. That's where the angry starts that's where it lives in a place I can't touch...

I had a good Mom and Dad growing up--loving and kind to me. Their biggest crime was that they were too trusting of others--and they were completely oblivious to a childhood of abuse that I was enduring. I oscillate between being really...

Hi Dad...
You are dead...and there is no way that I can tell you to your face what I have kept inside for so many years. Since your death I have struggled to find some peace and closure in my life. I have no way to tell you the things...

I must of been between the ages of 4 and 8. I cannot pinpoint the exact year. I come from diverced parents and had spent the day with my uncle, cousin swimming. My mum had let me stay with my dad. I remember going to sleep on sofa bed...

This is embarassing but when I was a child I had bowel problems. I had this fear of going to the restroom and would delay the event for as long as posible. Eventually things got so bad that I would hold my bms for up tp two weeks or...