I Suffered Emotional Abuse Through Out My Childhood
It was in summer 1981, I was 12. I was at home with my three older sisters..
At about 7pm my mum came through the front door.. I still can see her in my mind now.. She had her light blue cardigan over her head and her face had blood on it. I got scared. My mum said to my eldest sister:"take me to the bathroom, I don't want the little young ones to see me!" My third sister and me were the young ones.. The day after the police came to take a statement.. My mum explain to us roughly what had happened.
She was walking on a quiet country road, a young man rode his motorised bike next to her, got off, grabbed a rock and push my mum on the ground and started hitting her head with the rock... She shouted for help and people from a house nearby came to help her.. She went to hospital to get some stitches..
So that's what I understood, my mum told us..
A few days later, the police got the young man who did it.. My mum asked the police if she could meet him to ask why he hit her.. I was worried about her going near him.. They met in a public place and talked..
A couple of weeks later, my aunt and cousins were at our place for lunch.. Adults were talking but I didn't really care about what it was.. I finished my meal so I left the table.. My mum was talking about that young man who hit her. I was out of the room but near the door so I could hear them talking.. At one stage in her story my mum said that when she had a talk with that young man, he told her:" If you hadn't got up when I was hitting you, I would have done it until you were dead!" She told him she struggled to get up as she didn't want blood on her new cardigan..
That hit me like a bullet in my heart.. I hadn't realise how
close I had been to loose my mum.. It just hurt me so so much!! From that day on, I never left my mum... She used to go to church twice a day, I was going with her.. She was going shopping, doctors appointments, from the kitchen to the lounge room, I was always following her... Then in September my year 6 school started.. We lived just across the road from the school... I said bye to my mum, but I was hiding and 20 minutes later, I went back into our home.. I couldn't leave my mum alone as I was so terrified she would die... I missed school so many times, that my grades were the lowest of the class.. My mum was shouting at me to go to school out of frustration, the kids were teasing me, the teacher was humiliating me in front of the class..
I didn't pass the end of year exam, so I had to do year 6 again.. During the summer holidays 1982, we moved 4km away in a small village in the Vaud canton of Switzerland. The school was small, three teachers for the whole school.. I went the first day and that was it.. I had to stay home to protect my mum... After two days at home, my mum went to talk to my teacher and she said he was really nice and all that stuff.. So I went back to school, and it was ok. It, then became better and better... I even could go on a camp for 3 nights without my mum... When I started high school it was in another town, I didn't know anyone.. I felt really good, loved going to school and was on top of the class, until the end of high school years..
Not one of my sisters or my parents asked me why I had felt so bad in my first year 6... When I was laying on the floor in our home, crying, none of them asked me gently what was the matter...
Much later on, when I was 20, I spent 2 months in a psychiatric hospital just above Lausanne, and from there I wrote a letter to my mum explaining why I never wanted to go to school back then.. She never mention the letter..
That young man who attacked my mum was 16, with mental issues, and had attacked another lady two weeks before attacking my mum.. He was free.. My mum forgave him right away..
Thank you for reading this story and I am sorry for my grammar mistakes.. I had two bad experiences of people commenting on my stories and that hurt me more than they know, so please if you don't want to comfort me, don't bother leaving a comment.. Thank you..
At about 7pm my mum came through the front door.. I still can see her in my mind now.. She had her light blue cardigan over her head and her face had blood on it. I got scared. My mum said to my eldest sister:"take me to the bathroom, I don't want the little young ones to see me!" My third sister and me were the young ones.. The day after the police came to take a statement.. My mum explain to us roughly what had happened.
She was walking on a quiet country road, a young man rode his motorised bike next to her, got off, grabbed a rock and push my mum on the ground and started hitting her head with the rock... She shouted for help and people from a house nearby came to help her.. She went to hospital to get some stitches..
So that's what I understood, my mum told us..
A few days later, the police got the young man who did it.. My mum asked the police if she could meet him to ask why he hit her.. I was worried about her going near him.. They met in a public place and talked..
A couple of weeks later, my aunt and cousins were at our place for lunch.. Adults were talking but I didn't really care about what it was.. I finished my meal so I left the table.. My mum was talking about that young man who hit her. I was out of the room but near the door so I could hear them talking.. At one stage in her story my mum said that when she had a talk with that young man, he told her:" If you hadn't got up when I was hitting you, I would have done it until you were dead!" She told him she struggled to get up as she didn't want blood on her new cardigan..
That hit me like a bullet in my heart.. I hadn't realise how
close I had been to loose my mum.. It just hurt me so so much!! From that day on, I never left my mum... She used to go to church twice a day, I was going with her.. She was going shopping, doctors appointments, from the kitchen to the lounge room, I was always following her... Then in September my year 6 school started.. We lived just across the road from the school... I said bye to my mum, but I was hiding and 20 minutes later, I went back into our home.. I couldn't leave my mum alone as I was so terrified she would die... I missed school so many times, that my grades were the lowest of the class.. My mum was shouting at me to go to school out of frustration, the kids were teasing me, the teacher was humiliating me in front of the class..
I didn't pass the end of year exam, so I had to do year 6 again.. During the summer holidays 1982, we moved 4km away in a small village in the Vaud canton of Switzerland. The school was small, three teachers for the whole school.. I went the first day and that was it.. I had to stay home to protect my mum... After two days at home, my mum went to talk to my teacher and she said he was really nice and all that stuff.. So I went back to school, and it was ok. It, then became better and better... I even could go on a camp for 3 nights without my mum... When I started high school it was in another town, I didn't know anyone.. I felt really good, loved going to school and was on top of the class, until the end of high school years..
Not one of my sisters or my parents asked me why I had felt so bad in my first year 6... When I was laying on the floor in our home, crying, none of them asked me gently what was the matter...
Much later on, when I was 20, I spent 2 months in a psychiatric hospital just above Lausanne, and from there I wrote a letter to my mum explaining why I never wanted to go to school back then.. She never mention the letter..
That young man who attacked my mum was 16, with mental issues, and had attacked another lady two weeks before attacking my mum.. He was free.. My mum forgave him right away..
Thank you for reading this story and I am sorry for my grammar mistakes.. I had two bad experiences of people commenting on my stories and that hurt me more than they know, so please if you don't want to comfort me, don't bother leaving a comment.. Thank you..
By:
69viv
Age:
41-45
,
Female
