A Family Of Abusers
by Jessie B.
I was sexually, physically, and emotionally abused until I was 19. I know what it is like to have my voice silenced and life threatened. There is always hope. Read More »
Stories
Neglected, Abused, and Molested; Ron Couldn’t Escape
by Childhelp
Despite 15 years of horrific and potentially fatal child abuse, Ronald T. tells his real life account of the struggles he endured in his youth and how he copes with his past as an adult. Read More »
A Mom Who Didn’t Believe
by Arian
Mom worked and left me alone with him. I thought he was funny and nice until he started to make me do things. Read More »
You Won’t Regret It
by Alexandra G.
I feared that I would lose my family, but I realized that the abuse and molestation I was going through is not part of being a family. Read More »
They Keep Me Going
by T.
Despite years of suffering, the love for my wife and son keeps me from doing what my mother did to me. Read More »
I Am Happy and In Love
by Christina
Life isn't perfect but I'm getting through it one day at a time. Child abuse has impacted life, but not changed ability to find happiness. Read More »
No Wonder Your Dad Never Liked You
by Anna
I was abused by both my mother and father. They were both emotionally abusive, but my father was neglectful as well. Read More »
Forgiveness
by Charity
When I was 2 my father re-married. I can’t quite recall when the abuse started, but I remember just about every time it happened. I was young and couldn’t understand why my stepmother just didn’t like me. Read More »
A Mom Who Didn’t Believe
by Arian
My mother and father divorced when I was about a year old. Around the age of three my mom got a new boyfriend. He was nice and really funny... or so I thought. Read More »
You Won’t Regret It
by Alexandra
My father was in prison for about 10 years when I was younger. I still remember how happy I was to have my dad back after he was released. Read More »
Still Affected
by Donna
I was abused physically, emotionally and sexually growing up. My mom was an alcoholic and would beat me with a belt for no reason. My dad was never home but when he was he would take out his anger on me and sometimes he'd hit me so hard I would feel the wind knock out of me. My brother sexually abused me. Read More »
Feeling Peace
by Christi
I grew up in a house of mental illness and anger that triggered fighting between my parents and eventually lead to us. I remember bits and pieces but those memories don't leave. One day when I was about 8 years old I was getting ready for school when I heard screaming and a loud thud. My mom had thrown her hair dryer at my dad's head. I witnessed a lot of abuse between them. Read More »
Trust
by Chris
When you’re young, the trust you have is the trust you think you should have throughout your life. With it should come a strong and good trust in faith, but when that trust is violated it is never the same again. It’s hard for people to understand this unless it has happened to them. Read More »
Stripped of my Innocence
by Kayla
My father took my virginity when I was 10 years old. My brother and my uncle would come into my room at night and touch me and make me do things to them. I was threatened that if I ever told anybody what was happening to me, that I would be killed, and easily. Aside from being stripped of my innocence and dignity, my grandmother was also severely abusive. She would beat me to the point that I was bleeding from every pore of my body. Read More »
Daryl
by Valerie
My parents had been divorced for some time when Daryl, my stepmom came along. I think I was 7 when they married. I don’t remember when she started hitting us, whether it was before or after our uncle had left, I just remember that after it started, it was a daily thing. I remember feeling thankful for the escape of school. Read More »
Surrounding Myself with Hope and Love
by Roberta
My story isn't near as complete or dramatic as many others you will read. I have only remembered bits and pieces as I have grown older. My therapist reminds me that many block traumatic events in their life. It is more about sensations, smells, sounds that make me feel like that abandoned, sacrificed child. Read More »
