01/10/2025
⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ . Please notice the signs of child abuse. Protect the children and even if the abuser is a family member, friend, or faculty SPEAK UP!! If you are an adult and went through emotional, physical, and sexual abuse, it was NEVER your fault. Please seek assistance as well if you still need to process these feelings. Drugs and alcohol can numb the feelings, however, it can also have many other consequences for you. Healing is possible.
My mother used to dress me up as a girl, but I was a boy. This was one of the ways that she abused me.
For anyone reading this please know that for every word, there are so many tears. My mother was college educated, a degree in teaching. You would think that I was lucky but no. When I was 2, my mother kicked my father out of the house. I was unwanted, so she would leave me locked in the house alone, hungry and scared. At age 3, she started dressing me up like a girl. Dresses, with matching shoes and bows. She paraded me around town, even taking me to a professional studio for pictures. I had long hair, and she told me I was pretty. NO ONE STOPPED THIS. My father wasn’t allowed to see me. I started busting windows and locks, to get out of the house. People would bring me back to her when I wandered the streets. I was 3, and trying to run away. At 4 yrs old, my father was allowed to see and babysit me. The dresses stopped. I remember how kind, and loving he was to me. That same year, he was killed by a drunk driver. We moved in with my grandparents. My grandfather was a horrible alcoholic, who would take me to bars with him and to see my uncles. My uncle Danny started to mo**st me at age 4. He was a he**in ju**ie alcoholic. He was caught many times mo**sting me by his wife, who did nothing to help me.
I was also mo**sted by my grandfather’s bar friends, and cousins as well. My grandfather rented my room out, so I shared a bed with multiple men, some who r***d me as well. My mother wasn’t around anymore, nor was there food or clean clothes, or toilet paper. Nothing for a child. I would hide under furniture, especially at night. I had ticks, fleas, and ringworm. At 6 yrs old, I went to a private catholic school. I would pray to God to kill me, to kill my mother, and to kill my grandfather, so I could be free. CPS was called, and when my mother found out she almost killed me. She broke some of my teeth as punishment, and told me she’d knock the rest out if I ever said anything about her again. I was mo**sted by two priests, a janitor, and a PE teacher in my Catholic school. I spent 29 yrs of my life, addicted to drugs and alcohol, and under my mothers evil control. No friends ever. No life. No love. After she died in 2016, my life become my own. I slowly quit my addictions, and I’m free now, of her and the family. But knowing I was not loved by my mother, is what always and will always make me cry. Because if your mother doesn’t love you ,then who will? Please save a child. Save an innocent soul. Don’t ignore a child in pain. That child needs to be saved. I was not saved. I am 57 now, and doing well within myself. I love me, no matter what.
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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
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