Neglected, Abused, and Molested; Ron Couldn’t Escape

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 »

I Couldn’t Call for Help

I was born in 1963 to a mother that had a chemical imbalance and an addiction to drugs and alcohol. We were constantly verbally abused and beaten. My mom was a stay-at-home dead beat, she would not cook dinner and I went to school without lunch or money most days. Read More »

90 Years

I was eight years old when my dad starting sexually and physically abusing me. We were staying with my grandmother, and my mom was going to register me for school. She was getting ready in the bathroom and my dad and I were lying in my grandma’s bed. He touched me and said it was a different way of "tickling" me. Being eight at the time I trusted my dad and thought nothing was wrong with it. Read More »

Crimson Blood in my Vanilla Ice Cream

I always thought my father was strict and that justified his behavior. At least that's what I told my friends. When I was six, our family was sitting around the kitchen table after attending church. I said something that upset my father and he reached across the table and punched me in the nose. Crimson blood dripped into my vanilla ice cream. Read More »

He Had Always Been a Part of the Family

Mike had always been a part of the family. The day after Christmas we saw that he had a new camper so the kids wanted to check it out. My cousins, my sister and I asked if we could spend the night in it. When everybody was asleep, Mike came to my bedside and put his hand over my mouth. He pulled my pants down and started touching me. Read More »

There is Hope

In second grade I was sexually abused by my father. It was unbearable during the summer months while my mom was at work. He begged for me to come into his room and do things to him as he tried to do things to me. Read More »

You Will Not Hurt This Child Anymore

My mother beat me, my sister and my brother on a regular basis. She would scream that she wished she never had us. Once she and I were home alone and the next thing I knew I was literally running for my life. Read More »

Wounds, Chaos, Loss and Healing

At some point between the ages of 7 and 10, I was sexually abused by a male stranger in our neighborhood. I was abused again by a family friend during those same years. This is the first time I have written about my abuse publicly. I first disclosed this to my wife, shortly after we met. I remember a deep hurt within me that needed to get out and telling my wife provided some relief, but that was only the beginning. Read More »

They Were Enough!

My maternal grandfather began sexually abusing me as early as I can remember. The abuse continued until he died when I was 8 years old. I have no relationship with any family members because of this. They have called me a liar. Read More »

She Didn’t Realize He Was a Horrible Person

My story begins when I was a little girl and my mother started dating a man that would beat me. It hurt so much I could feel the sting each time he hit me. Read More »

Why Me?

Growing up I was always scared of my father. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Read More »

There but for the Grace of God

When I was growing up, my father was physically and emotionally abusive. I didn't realize this at the time, but my father had some mental health issues. When I was fourteen years old, my father, in a fit of blind rage he couldn't control, put his hands around my neck and strangled me to near unconsciousness. I know he did not want to do what he did. Read More »

Footsteps on the Stairs

I am 60 years old, divorced, living alone, and look back on many years lived in fear. I have lived through verbal, physical and sexual abuse. My only memories of my childhood are of terror. Read More »

Meeting Minuette

Our story begins in June of 2005. This is the “birth” of my relationship with Minuette Mae. When we received the call that a 14-year-old girl needed a home, we were concerned because we never had picked up a child right from juvenile detention before. Read More »

You Are Not Alone

When I was seven years old I was badly abused by my stepfather. It all started when he and my Mother got divorced. He received full custody of my brothers and me, but since I was not his biological child... Read More »

Don’t Stay Silent

I'm twenty-five years old and to this day I am frozen whenever I step outside. I am vulnerable, and fear that one day, whether I like it or not, my past is going to catch up with me. Read More »

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