Growing up, you think you are gonna be a Rockstar or a doctor or even a teacher. You would never think that you would be abused. You never would dream the abuse would be coming from the ones who are your family. You never thought your parents were the monsters that haunted you as you sleep. The trauma of your childhood is not something you would want to sick on your worst enemy.
I was born and that’s when life as I knew it would be hell. By three years old I was molested by Mt birth father. He was arrested and the charges were never pushed though. He dissappear for 9 years. Mind you I don’t remember any of this. my mother birthclaims it all happened. But idk what to believe from her mouth. She then moved onto the next monster in my life.
My brother’s dad. He was a very angry man. He treated my older sister and I like trash. He beat me with a belt and when I told my mom she did nothing. Then when he hurt my older sister I was the one who went for help she left. She didn’t care that he hurt me. Then she let me visit him and this man showed me he killed my cat. He crushed my crackers kitty.
My mom couldn’t handle my emotions so she would send me to my grandma. She was my best friend. She was my mom. Then she died. From that point on… I was miserable. My mom let men abuse me. And there was a fire in my house because a kid lite a basket on fire. I was taken away from her along with my little brother. My brother got to go stay at his dad’s. I got to go stay with her cousin where I was tortured, hit and sexually assaulted by her son. I was only 11 at that time. Her friends would hit me and spit on me and call me names while my sister watched and laughed about it.
After this she moved close to where my dad lived with her horrible kids. My mom was very mean to me. She also would do inappropriate things with then when I had friends over and in my bed when I wasn’t home. So my dad and his girlfriend (My Mom now and forever) took me away from her. Something happened with my dad and they broke up. And dad again molested me. He was peeking under my door when I was in the bathroom and coming in my room at night. The courts let me go stay with my mom again. Which was worse cuz she didn’t get me help. She let my sister hit me and go in my room. She read my journal and my private thoughts. My sister called me names, fat, and one time I had to climb out a window just to get away from her. I was not safe anywhere. I got into music and I would hide in my room and play with dolls. I hated my life. She had me evaluated because I said I was a pagan. This women and her family tortured me and I let it go on for years after I turned 18. She tired to ruin my marriage. She told my husband that I wasn’t worth saving and to leave me. Now I have kids and they have seen how abusive she is. They don’t want anything to do with her. I tried to protect them from her. The courts won’t help me. I’ve moved and I have to have security walk me out to my car. I have so much ptsd and cptsd because of my family. I have cut them off. And I still have nightmares. I have to be on anxiety meds because of them. I don’t trust anyone and I pushed my partners away. I hate her. I hate all of them. I never want to see them. I don’t wanna be at their funerals. I’m done. No one protected me from them. Not the Monsters in my family.
ChildHood Monsters 