Quoted By:
>Raichu
As a prepubescent child and continuing onward into my early teens I was abused by people I loved and trusted. People that were supposed to protect me. I was molested, fondled, harrassed and raped on a weekly basis by one person and beaten and terrified by another in retaliation for what the other had done to me. I was shoved, punched, bitten, burned with cigarette butts. I was told that what was happening to me was my fault because I was stupid and I couldn't listen. Crying made me get hurt even worse. And I knew that as soon as it was over, I would be back in the hands of the other person, who pretended to console me just to use me for their pleasure and the whole process would start over again.
This went on for years. No one came to my rescue. No one saved me. I didn't have a happy ending. It only ended when a divorce and a custody hearing took place and I moved to the other side of the country. It's been almost ten years since then and I still have scars for life - of all kinds. I wear plain clothes that cover every bit of skin. I wear long sleeves in the summer time so no one will see or ask questions. My toenails no longer grow like they should because my toes were broken so many times. I go to work and come straight home, avoiding all social contact except online friends. I'll probably never be able to have a significant other. I just want to stop hurting.
