I Grew Up With Domestic Violence

I don't know how it feels. But I know how it feels. I never got hit by my parents-not really. But I got beaten by a kidnapper. All I know is PEOPLE ARE NOT DOLLS YOU CANT JUST DO WATEVER U WANT WITH THEM! I'm sorry for you I mean it...

My dad hit my mom.  I never saw him do it, but I know he did.  I know because I could hear them, behind closed doors, fighting an endless battle over things so unimportant, that now, years later, she can't remember what the...

This is the first time i have ever really said this out loud so here goes .i had a happy normal childhood till the age of around 12 years old. they was only ever me?(me been the oldest) , my mum and brother .my mum started to run at my...

I remember when my father hit my mother.. it was terrifying.. and I tried to help her and he just hit me out of the way.. I was so scared.. then a family friend came in and took him out for the rest of the day.. I thought for sure that...

Having a very bad abusive father and a mother who is busy trying to please my father my life has now become very sad and lonely... i sit down and stare into the wide blue sky thinking what lays ahead of me. i am just like the bird in a...

I've posted about this elsewhere, but never went into a lot of detail over what I witnessed growing up. I guess that's due to how it triggers something in me and leaves me feeling much as I did as a child - hurt, angry, confused as to...

Growing up, I survived a whole rainbow of abuse, and would like to offer condolence too anyone who needs it. Everyone deserves happiness. I have been through sexual abuse on many occassions, verbal abuse around every corner, and have...

It was only a small part of my life but it has haunted me. My parents got divorced when I was 5 because my mother wanted to party and my father wouldn't let her. Mother of 4 I might add. So a year later she had what should have been a...

and once the storm is over , you wont remember how you made it though, how you managed to survive,
You wont even be sure if the storm is over, But one things for sure...when you walk out you wont be the same as when you walked in.
Thats...

This will be the time he kills her.

On the porch, overlooking the yard in which we play and pretend we're rulers of kingdoms in which abuse is punishable by death. In the hallway, where every inch of wall is decorated with crayon...

The dark haired little girl tiptoed quietly to the top of the staircase and sat down softly on the first tread. Unnoticed by the adults below, she pulled her slender legs up towards her chest and wrapped her small arms around them, her...

so I left.many times,especially around christmas-which could be tricky in the freezing cold.
i learned to haunt the local college,they had libraries,showers at the gym,occasional beersoaked couches in frathouse basements.
escapism...

I grew up with domestic violence as well....watched my Dad beat the hell out of my mother all the time, he was an loser alcoholic.....she turned into one after wards jut to numb the pain and escaped. I and my other nine siblings...

I remember each time too fondly, the nights my father would finally snap. The tension would be rising for weeks and I would know it was going to happen again. Even still my young mind wanted to believe my father was telling the truth...

Okay. This is the first time I've ever shared a story of mine about this. I have a long and sorry past and I am only 14 years old. I will most likely put it all out because honestly, it feels good to have a clean slate sometimes.

To...

I didn't find out till I was 14 or so but, my father was a cocaine addict. My parents got separated twice, I remember being little and seeing my father beat my mom, randomly finding cops outside our house and being confused as to why...

You all are not alone in this situation. I was with my abuser for 3 years. We moved in together after 6 months of dating and that is when everything changed..He started the jealousy thing and being possesive with me. If a man looked my...

Diapers. I was still in them. Just little. So little.
It wasn’t a rash. I didn’t leave your home with a rash every week.
You weren’t very good at being a dad. Never were. Still aren’t.
How could you do it? I was your...