I Was An Abused Child
When you pluck up the guts to finally tell your family that someone they, and yourself, trusted has been making you do things you didn't understand for 4 years... I call it fear and confusion. When things get so bad that the fear of them taking everything overwrites the fear of them killing themselves and destroying the family. It's when you finally realize that no matter what he says, it's wrong. When you slip out of his manipulative grasp and fall into a dark world where what your doing isn't a favor for a friend... its a crime, its destroying your life. When you find yourself crying yourself to sleep at nights wondering if it could happen to anyone else. You find yourself resisting and trying to run so so fast in the other direction...
The bit that takes strength is physically verbalizing your pain, your hatred, your fear, your story.... And hoping they will believe that it not just a story.
Some people run for their whole lives, always looking over their shoulder. Always scared that when they round the corner he will be there. The others Spend their time recovering. Finding ways of looking beyond the past and living as near to normal lives as they can. Some even go on to use their experiences to help others in similar situations.
Between September 2009 - September 2010 I was looking over my shoulder. Always with the thought he knows I told them... He knows I betrayed him, He knows I now stand between him, his children and his freedom. The day before I was due in court to stand against Him.. I was unfortunate to meet him as I rounded that corner. I cant describe that feeling when you are literally face to face with you demon. I'd like to say I was strong enough to stand there and look down on him as he was forced to silently walk by. But that would be a lie. I ran. Like i always do. But this time i wasn't in control, my legs were carrying me, my mind was blank completely dead! I ran so fast, i don't think i could gain that speed ever again... I was left a shaking wreck on the floor in the corner of a shop. I wasn't scared.., I was stunned and confused. In shock. I went to court then next day and spent 3 hours watching my statement back and, over a video link, being questioned. Now it's over. Just over, that's it nothing left, he is in prison I'm at home writing this story.
Anybody who has the strength to speak out, I admire you. If your thinking of speaking out Do it in your own time when your ready.. but Please do, do it! Don't stay trapped forever,always running, always looking back, always scared and broken! If you are unsure about anything, please talk to someone, anyone. Anything, no matter how small, matters. EVERYONE deserves to be heard, and not judged. To be loved and cared for. Abuse comes in many forms. All as bad as each other. It can happen to anybody! It should NEVER be tolerated. So many children all over the world get abused every day, every hour, and more often than not we don't know anything about it. Please speak out, and help those who have spoken out, and those who want to, who need to... Together we can slowly but surely save these children. *HUGS* People are there to listen. I started right here on Ep!
Stay safe and strong,
All my love,
The bit that takes strength is physically verbalizing your pain, your hatred, your fear, your story.... And hoping they will believe that it not just a story.
Some people run for their whole lives, always looking over their shoulder. Always scared that when they round the corner he will be there. The others Spend their time recovering. Finding ways of looking beyond the past and living as near to normal lives as they can. Some even go on to use their experiences to help others in similar situations.
Between September 2009 - September 2010 I was looking over my shoulder. Always with the thought he knows I told them... He knows I betrayed him, He knows I now stand between him, his children and his freedom. The day before I was due in court to stand against Him.. I was unfortunate to meet him as I rounded that corner. I cant describe that feeling when you are literally face to face with you demon. I'd like to say I was strong enough to stand there and look down on him as he was forced to silently walk by. But that would be a lie. I ran. Like i always do. But this time i wasn't in control, my legs were carrying me, my mind was blank completely dead! I ran so fast, i don't think i could gain that speed ever again... I was left a shaking wreck on the floor in the corner of a shop. I wasn't scared.., I was stunned and confused. In shock. I went to court then next day and spent 3 hours watching my statement back and, over a video link, being questioned. Now it's over. Just over, that's it nothing left, he is in prison I'm at home writing this story.
Anybody who has the strength to speak out, I admire you. If your thinking of speaking out Do it in your own time when your ready.. but Please do, do it! Don't stay trapped forever,always running, always looking back, always scared and broken! If you are unsure about anything, please talk to someone, anyone. Anything, no matter how small, matters. EVERYONE deserves to be heard, and not judged. To be loved and cared for. Abuse comes in many forms. All as bad as each other. It can happen to anybody! It should NEVER be tolerated. So many children all over the world get abused every day, every hour, and more often than not we don't know anything about it. Please speak out, and help those who have spoken out, and those who want to, who need to... Together we can slowly but surely save these children. *HUGS* People are there to listen. I started right here on Ep!
Stay safe and strong,
All my love,
By:
LunaWolff
Age:
18-21
,
Female
