How many people had or have abusive parents growing up?

Question

I know that it is hard to talk about, but I was physically and mentally abused as a child all the way up to my teen years before I left at the age of 16 to go and live with my sister. If there is anyone out there still being abused mentally, physically or even sexually.. I am here to say it is not your fault and no one would blame you if you were to speak out against it. Tell someone that you know can help. ex. 911, CPS or even APS (adult protection services) I did and couldn't be happier.

Answer 1

mentally, emotionally, and sexually.
I'm 26 now and out of it for 10 years. I too encourage kids to step forward and tell someone. No one should have to live that way.

Answer 2

I am amazed how many people have been abused as children. It really is one of those things that is still taboo to talk about. I am 60 years old and I was abused physically and mentally by my father. My life was so screwed up that (as an adult) when I went into therapy, my therapists didn't believe me. She thought he had to be a drunk or a drug user. He never drank and never did any drugs except cigarettes.

I thank God every day I didn't carry that on and abuse my children. I had three and no one has ever ever laid a hand on any of them. Their father tried to spank our first one. I almost killed him and told him why. He never tried it again and understood why.

When I was young there was no one to tell except the school. If they believed you they would report it to the police. They did report me and the cops brought me home. He told me if I ran away one more time I would go in to fostor care. When I got all excited and started packing, I think he was a bit shocked.

Answer 3

I'm glad you are out of the abusive situation and encouraging others to leave one. Have you considered a profession in that field? You seem like a very caring individual and the world needs more of those.

In answer to your question, yes, physically and emotionally.

Answer 4

Well my abuse was mental and some physical. My father is narasistic. Everything he did was in his best intrest. I am just now since my mothers death last year recognizing all of this and it makes my head spin. I'm all screwed up cuz of what he did knowingly or unknowingly. I'm in thrapy now and it does help some to be validated for my conflicting feelings.

Answer 5

I was emotionally abused and grew up thinking it was all my fault. I can look back now and say that things have changed and are slowly getting better.

I am glad that you overcame that great obstacle in your life. I wish you all the joy and success in the future!

Answer 6

when i was 7 years old, i was physically abused by my sister's nanny while my parents were away. finally the driver told my mother and she was fired.

when i was 10, my father started taking drugs and was angry all the time. there was violence in the house, and many times he threatened to kill my pets (dogs and cats) and i would come to their side (pets) so he wouldn't shoot them. he would throw things all the time, and once he fired his gun (good thing nobody got hurt)

my grades started slipping at that time, and kids at school made fun of me and called me stupid. my self-esteem was shot. i was constantly called to the counselor's office, and i even saw a child therapist for that.

when i entered 7th grade, we had an abusive teacher who hurts students. (i used to live in a different country, so teachers like these cannot be sued). one time i was carrying her stuff for her well all of a sudden, she got mad at me for "smiling" (which i wasn't). she called me a "whore" and said i flirted with boy classmates all the time (which i didn't). keep in mind, there was abuse at home, and there was abuse in school as well.

finally when i was 18, my mother and father separated and we (mom, sis and me) moved in here and lived with my auntie whose husband we didn't get along with. we didn't have our own home so we had to live with other people. i got depressed because of our living conditions and i felt like an animal caged inside the room so that i wouldn't have to deal with my uncle.

later on, a relative insisted that we share an apartment with her mother. 3 months later, their true colors came out and we moved into my uncle's home (mother's brother) and we've been living there ever since. soon as we moved into my uncle's home, this relative started spreading rumors about us and other relatives started thinking of us differently. they believed all her lies and they started treating us differently as well and this has caused a lot of distress in me. but now, i keep a "whatever" mentality when dealing with them... i don't like them anyway, so why am i trying my best to please them?

life is still not good, but it got better since i started working. there are times when we (sister and i) don't get along with our uncle and grandmother, so we just use that energy to focus on work (which is really not the cream of the crop, but i guess i'll just have to live with it). work has it's mental stress -- dealing between angry and complaining customers and uncooperative co-workers. but when i feel like quitting the job, i just ask myself "do i want to stay home right now?" -- as much as possible, i don't.

i am now working to pay for school and get a degree that will surely get me a job as soon as i graduate (nursing). so hopefully, things will be a lot better when i graduate. i just believe that if i start everything with hardwork, i will succeed some day. and despite whatever happened to me in the past, i do get a sense right now that God is watching over me and these will only be temporary. so i guess, that keeps me going. i think about the children who don't get to eat everyday, it makes me realize that despite all these, im still considered lucky.