Was any man or woman out there been physically abused?

Question

I would like to know your answer to this ? as in if you did what did you do to rectify the situation. No one needs to go through abuse.Be it veribally or physical.. there's no excuse. Heads up everybody and tell me your story. Really interested in this topic.

No i havent been abused physially.But mentally i have but try to cope the best I can. He is always dragging stuff up that i have done in the past.Just trying to go day by day. Everything is cool now that is for now.

Smart rebellion i sat there with my mouth open on your remarks.It might help you to get it all out. My thoughts are with you.Horrifing.

Answer 1

Yes I was.....
Mother and father was having sex for the first time they had in their life, then mother got pregnant coincidentally.... then here I am.
Then since they were just a boyfriend-girlfriend, they never really love each others, they escaped to Europe, in sort of speak, so mother could give me a birth there since she was completely embarrassed with all her relatives and also for saving her family's humiliations from others. I was around 3 - 4 months but not even 1 years old that time when mother's mother took me away from her and raised me due to mother and father were fighting every single day in the middle of winter days and neglecting me since I was their unwanted child.....
I was raised practically in an abusive environment all my life. Emotional (65%) and physical abuse from grandmother and mother's sisters. I was about 5 or 6 years old when grandmother was beating me many many times with her hands or any other objects she could possibly use, everytime I was naughty or did something didn't please her.... but a few times with a long hard black wood stick all over my body everytime I didn't want to study or was not able to deal with math formula which was really painful and I had so many bruises all over, afterwards.... Grandmother once dragged me to the bathroom because I didn't want to study. I was crying and whimpering out loud, begging her desperately for not squirting and splashing my face with water. But grandmother seemed didn't hear my plead at all. She took big scoops of water from the bathtub many times and splashing them directly to my face until I was totally suffocating because her strong hand grabbed my neck while she splashed my face with water over and over again... and I scream in panic (cuz it was so hard to breath) to her with water kept spattering all over my face and body :'' please forgive me.... please forgive... I apologize... please have mercy grandma... mercy grandma.. please..... meeercy..'' Yes I remember that... One day happened, after I said some impolite words to grandmother, she walked briskly to the fridge. I was sitting in the dining table and I was shivering for not knowing what kind of a hideous plan she wanted to do to me now. She came back to me with a big huge red pepper... and pulverized it directly to my mouth while her other hand hold the back of my head so I can't move my face from that extremely hot pepper. After that my mouth was burning red, totally red, my lips seemed bigger than usual and it was so hurt to talk. I felt like my mouth was burned with the real flame, really... so painful.
One day I didn't really finish my dinner while grandmother and aunts had dinner together. I was so full already and one of the aunts forced me to finish the food on my plate. I just hid that last food underneath my spoon and she knew it I did that.... then grandmother without words, suddenly came to my seat, took the spoon in front of me and filled it with the last meal on my plate and brought that spoon and rammed it to my mouth with extreme pressure until I was vomiting unstoppable almost 10 minutes.
One night, when me and grandmother studied together, she was losing her patient on me cuz I still cannot answered the math formula for my homework. She was starving at that time and it was already 10.16 pm more less. She was ranting something so negative words to herself and left from the room briskly, where we stayed for study and closed the door behind her with a hard click sound after. I heard her footstep went towards dining room to join aunts there. Her house was so huge and long.... so the room we were studying was in the front part of that house and the dining room was in the back of it. The distance more less 15 meters. Huge house... in that room alone by myself I was sooo petrified with those old photos of the deceased family members on the wall staring at me. I was so scared to stare at those pictures of family member who already passed away, including grandfather, that aunts put on the wall. I ran to the door and I found the door was locked!! I was numb. I was freezing on my knees to know I was locked in the room full of picture of death people! I screamed and screeched out loud to grandmother, begged her to open the door. I was so petrified inside that room by myself... staring at those picture of family member who seemed staring back at me, I kept screeching to grandmother to let me get out of that haunted room, but she didn't open the door until 1,5 hours... until I was squatting in front of the door and weeping by myself, scared there. I rolled my face to between my knees to avoid those pictures staring back at me.... It was so scary to a child that age..
When grandmother lost her patient to teach me math, one of my aunts will take in charge to teach me. The youngest aunt was so temperamental as well. Whenever I was not able to finish a simple math formula... she did something hideous to me, from throwing my ballpoint to the floor and telling me to pick it up again, until mocking and yelling to me out loud with such bad horrendous words like: ''you are such a f*cking idiot child.. you a filthy piece of sh*t!! you are a f*cking stupid child you know that??.. very stupid.. you are very stupid..!!! '' while at the same moment, she slammed all the doors around us until those doors cannot be opened for a while and all I did was curling on my chair, looked down to the floor, shivering, hold my tears back from her.
Aunt also once kicked with her strong foot my tiny small study chair until it was broken... because I was doing something wrong to her... I was devastated because I love that chair so much and she knew that I love that chair...... so she broke it purposefully to torture me emotionally more. And she was spanking my buttocks one day because I was saying a bad word towards grandmother. After that I cannot sit well for 2 days. I stole her money once from her purse cuz I just wanted so bad to buy some ice cream after school like all my friends which grandmother and aunts all forbade me to do so. Aunt found this hideous crime of mine and beaten up my palms until they both get so red and burning afterwards until I was not able to write for almost 2 days.
Grandmother didn't feed me for one day because she caught me buy a lemon juice in the small juice vendor on the street and drink it in the garage... She didn't allow me to eat her food and told me to drink only that juice.
My other aunt, the fifth from 7 siblings, one day commanded me to study math with her. I was so hesitating cuz I knew she is one of the lunatic people in that huge house. She often fought grandmother for so many things and did silly immature things, like turned off the light while she knew exactly someone in the toilet. Yes.
When she was teaching me math and I was as usual not able to deal with math at all, she was tweaking my right ear up until my head went up as well... I was so scared by her fierce aura until I can't hold it anymore : I was urinated myself in my own short pant on the chair! I was totally humiliated at that moment... because she didn't say to me to go to the bathroom at all but instead she said: ''yes yes yes... you little moron... keep peeing on your pants, good boy... I like to see you pee in your pant, who cares... until you can answer this math formula I won't let you go to the bathroom!!'' with her sharp nails jabbed on my ear upward so deep. This fifth aunt also loved to turned off the light while I was in there.... She knew I was scared of darkness, but she kept doing it purposefully to torture me emotionally. She yelled at me many times with her favorite word :''MORON!!'' with her eyes bulging big staring at me with complete anger and hatred in her mouth shape everytime I didn't fulfill her bizzare wish or desire such as to look outside if some ice cream vendor still on the street or not while it was already 9 pm or command me to massage her back for about 1 hours at least on MY own bed.... I remember that moment well... One day I let coincidentally the parakeet bird she gave to me as a gift, flew out away from its cage. I was feeding that bird but at the same time I had to open the garage door cuz the youngest aunt came from work with her car and she was honking over and over again waiting for me to open the garage door. I was soo devastating to know : that bird has gone from its cage! I did know what will gonna happen to me if this fifth aunt know that the bird she gave me has gone. And I was right.... when the first time she was told the bird was gone, she was completely angry and furious at me like she was possessed. She punished me to find that bird until I find it no matter what.... I was completely paralyzed by her task to find that bird... how can I find it? where I can find it? It's gone... fly away in the air... it could be anywhere all around the city.... But she didn't want to know my fear... with grandmother didn't say anything to defend me, instead this fifth aunt blamed grandmother for not being able to teach me responsibility at all. They both get fight so bad. Still, the fifth aunt forced me to find that bird until I find it again no matter what. I was completely devastated. I just went to the kitchen with no energy at all... sat on the chair of grandmother's servant... and wept there in protest and total sadness for almost 4 hours nonstop. To me it was like I have to slice own my hand with a knife, to find that lost bird out there..... how can I find it? It's a bird...not a dog... a bird, a flying animal... flying. I was desperate so bad at that time....
And as usual no one came to me.. no one reached hand to ease my pain... No one.. even my cousin only said...''ohh you just meditating yourself now to be better... so I let you alone...''
This most bizzare fifth aunt also loved to join grandmother everytime grandmother angry or scolded me for one of my 'crimes'. She loved to be grandmother's 'cheerleader', in sort of speak, to infuriate grandmother more towards me... She loved to report my crimes to her even sometimes she made up story purposefully about me being naughty and difficult to her which I had to pay for the final 'price' from what she told grandmother about me afterwards.
The sixth aunt loved to force me to stay in her house. And when I refused her politely... she got so upset and mopping towards me. She aimed her negative radiation towards me until I felt so guilty about it and decided to sleep a night in her house. And when I was in her house, she tried to follow her 2 sisters' step by teaching me math, which as usual everyone use math lesson for abusing me, I didn't do good on it at all which infuriate this sixth aunt so much.She never hit me though. From this sixth aunt I received emotional abuse only which she often said all the bad words and slammed the doors around us, just like her younger sister did to me often in grandmother's house. One day when she ordered me to bring her son to the hospital (!) where she works there as a doctor... and I didn't bring her son cuz I was so afraid to take the public transport by myself at that so young age... she came to grandmother house and walked directly to me with her eyes bulging and yelling at me in a hurtful way out loud: ''YOU F*CKING MORON! why is so hard to bring my son to the hospital?? What the f*ck is your problem here huh? you filthy piece of sh*t!!'' After, I was nailed on the chair I was sitting without saying any words back... staring only at the floor... my eyes was so warm.. and I can feel teardrop on my cheek but I didn't dare to lift my face up to see her eyes..... I just kept looking at the floor like when the other aunts mad at me.
Strangely grandmother didn't defend me at all... she let those maltreatment from those aunts on me, by keep doing her own stuffs and pretended hear nothing.... In the contrary... when grandmother was really infuriated on me, aunts were defending her and being cheerleaders for her against me. Nobody really stand for me or reach hands for me at all... not even my one and only uncle that I always hoped he could be my savior from those bitches. He just came by grandmother's house and visited me and just talk lightly to me and then left me behind... he was the only one male figure in my life... until i was so desperately dying for love from man. I started to despise myself... and everything....
My mother never helped me nor paying my school and my daily life at all. Both mother and father already remarried with another man and woman and have daughters from both parts.

It feels like my parents abandoned and neglected me because I was their unwanted child... and they didn't want to take the responsibility to take care of me and to love me. I just met my father only 5 times all my life and he seemed uninterested with me because his new wife and daughter didn't know that he has an illegal child before. My mother always brainwashing me by telling all the negative things towards grandmothers and her sisters who raised me. So bizzare... Once she was squeezing my arm so hard because I was hesitantly doing a tennis lesson which I really didn't like it at all. After, my arm was bruised purple and dark blue. It feels like grandmother and aunts had to take the responsibility of me they didn't want to do. They, sort of like, projecting their anger to mother and father who made a damage on their life by treating me in the wrong way. Or maybe they were all abuse by their mother when they were young.. so they become like how they were raised before.... I really don't know.

To me my past is so dark, confusing, painful, traumatic, puzzling and enigmatic. There were lots of emotional violence from around me in my past besides physical violence when I was much younger. Strangely, no one told me the truth of why they treated me that way.... until one of grandmother sister's whom grandmother really despise a lot, revealed everything to me when I was 27 years old.

These are just some little parts from my dark past time story.... I could write a book if I have to tell all the details of my unhappy past, really.

I always try to forgive what my past gave me... by realizing the fact that nothing's perfect. Everyone has their flaws and shortcomings. I have to learn to forgive others who pissed me off, made me sad and unhappy by accepting the fact that misery loves company.... and nothing's perfect. Well I am that great for this thing, but I strive to forgive and forget... which is soo damn hard.

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Answer 2

Unfortunately, there are scores and scores of people who have endured or are enduring verbal, physical and sexual abuse.

Being a victim (of verbal and some physical abuse) myself as a child, I can only say that things were truly rectified when I gave my life to Jesus Christ. It was then that I had received the forgiveness I needed and I was then able to forgive everyone who had ever hurt me in my life.

Without God, who knows where I would be.

http://www.handlethetruth.net

Answer 3

I was, by my ex for 6 months before I finally got the chance to get out. When I did I just left and didn't look back. Unfortunately I never reported it therefore I couldn't get a protection order against him. (one mistake I will never make again). I still have to see him, because of the daughter we have...I just make sure that someone is with me..or I have something to beat the hell out of him with..in case he tries anything.

Answer 4

actual, as some1 else has stated right here..women human beings abuse adult men on a larger foundation. the only distinction is that ladies human beings document the abuse so lots extra then the adult men do! adult men are instructed that in the event that they document abuse..then they're sissies! yet women all of us is inspired to document something that they think of is abuse!

Answer 5

I once had a boyfriend who would get drunk and become abusive. He was fine when he was sober but completely different when he was drunk. He wasn't abusive until we moved in together. Soon after we did it turned to hell. He would get drunk every night, he would say horrible things to me, we would get into big fights, he would punch holes in the wall, ripped the bathroom door off the hinges, etc. Fortunately my name was never put on the lease. Then he became physically abusive. When we got into fights he would slap me or get on top of me and punch me in the face. I had at least four black eyes. He smacked me in the ear once and my hearing was muffled for three days. He whipped a coffee mug at me and it hit me in the face. He got mad and p*ssed on all my clothes in my dresser. We were fighting and I was sitting on the couch and he took out his **** and started p*ssing on me. He cheated on me and gave me crabs and on and on and on. I know I was a complete idiot for staying with him but I was scared to leave him. Eventually he got put in jail so my brother came and got me and we packed up all my stuff. The guy was then homeless, had no car or job, was in and out of psych wards and treatment centers. The last I heard he was sent to prison for raping someone. I hope I never see the a**hole again. Thankfully, I now have had a wonderful husband for the last three years. He treats me great and I'm very, very happy with him.

Answer 6

I had a very jealous boyfriend (which I thought was cute at first) who got upset one night because I talked to someone else when we were out at a club, we argued in the car on the way back to his place and when we got back to his place he attacked me. That is when my boyfriend became my EX-boyfriend. He called wanting to get back together, but I stopped answering his calls and never returned any messages. He eventually stopped calling.

Answer 7

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Answer 8

details untold. i was as abused as can be. luckily i overcame many obstacles w/o pro help and lead a "normal" adult life in spite of it all too.

Answer 9

He beat me I called the cops to remove his sorry butt and had a "little talk" with him.

Answer 10

lots of people have

not me though

Answer 11

No there isn't. Physical abuse is just a myth.