Time to open up. I've decided to tell one of my many stories. This covers both mental and physical abuse. Your family are the people you are meant to trust the most right? They are meant to protect you and make you feel safe? Especially your father. I wish. My Father got granted custody of me when I was young when my parents divorced due to the fact he could offer me financial stability as a child. I saw my Mom on weekends. Slowly that changed. He decided to move us away in spite of my mom so she couldnt have access.At first he was a great parent, He then met his girlfriend and things changed. It had always been just me and him so as a kid i grew used to his undevided attention. Then his girlfriend moved in with her 4 children. It took a while for me to adapt to the new situation.Things seemed good, I started enjoying having a mom figure and siblings around me. Then things changed. My step-mom started being the stereotypical step-mother. She treat me different from her children, With me being the oldest I was expected to always run around after HER children. I would make them meals from me being the age of 11, do laundry, clean the house. My childhood was slowly being taken from me.From that she began blaming me for things I didn't do, Telling my father things so he would give me wrong. She broke the bond between me and my father. Thats when he changed. I remember the first time. Clearly. I was sat watching t.v, My father had just arrived home from work and from nowhere she told him I had hit her daughter. He walked over to me and began screaming in my face, I defended myself verbally stating I had not done this. He began hitting me, over and over and over. I cried for a long time in my room, Not so much from the pain but the trust in the man I called Daddy was now gone. I opened up and told my uncles girlfriend whom then confronted my Father and Step-mom. They naturally denied it and I was made out to be the liar again. Once she left my step-mom pinned me by to the wall, grabbing my face. She left 3 deep scratches. If you look close I still have the faint scars. This carried on. I then got really sick and was still forced to go to school. I lost weight very quickly. The school eventually rushed me into hospital after a week of me throwing up and eventually blacking out. It was then discovered that my appendix had ruptured and I need a big opperation. I woke from the anaesthetic with a 9 inch scar down my stomach. When i got out of hospital my routine at home was still the same, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. My household 'family' Then bullied me about my scar I have. It knocked my confidence. I was called names. I knew it would get worse when 8months later I was told I needed another opperation to remove a carcinoid tumour.Eventually the scars healed but the mental scars remained. My Father put me down all the time, We had no form of relationship anymore. To him I was worthless and ugly. The physical abuse carried on, I would be slapped, punched and much more on a weekly basis.At 14 I finally got the courage to leave. I went to live with my mom whom my father wasn't aware i had contact with online. Ive never looked back. He lost his right as a parent the day he raised his hands to me and went from being my daddy, to being my father. Only real men step-up and be a dad. My mom and my step-dad are the most wonderful people I have ever met. There is always hope.
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5/20/2012 04:15:57 pm
though i will never reveal my past, there is a reason for that, it takes balls to do so, im sorry u have had these hardships in ur life, but think of it as a living perfect example of how children should and shouldnt be treated. u have a gift i see it in u. i had a not soo good childhood as well but it looks like at this point of time, in this certain category, your stronger than me, for i dont think i could ever share my broken past. all in all, if u need anything, you or donna, please let me know. i love u both. -Brandon
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Donna Dallaway
7/1/2012 07:43:48 pm
I know of your past tasha coz u have told me so many times but this still brought a tear 2 my eye. I'm glad we are friends and we use our past experiances to make us both stronger people. And I know even with our ups and downs our bond we have as friends won't be broke. We beat our bullys and we'll help others to do so to. Love you x
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Natasha Surtees
7/2/2012 12:48:20 am
Your response made me cry! Love you Donna. You help me through so much seriously, Im honored to have a friend like you. No matter what we will always be here for each other. <3 x
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