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Updated 7 years ago,February 8, 2018
1.
My family left me crying by the side of the road when I was five.
Early 80s, I was five years old and we were driving down the Merritt Parkway in Connecticut.
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Im super excited about something.
My family was getting annoyed that I wouldnt calm down.
Ao they pulled over and left me on the side of the road and pulled away.
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I was there, crying against the guardrail for over 20 minutes.
When they finally came back, I didnt talk to anyone.
Its been 35+ years and I still dont forgive them.
Akummu
2.
Childhood sucked for me.
TheWheezyOne
3.
My mom held my little sisters hand over a gas stove because she stole Skittles from our kitchen.
She beat me (or spanked?
She made me spell out my error…kiss my butt as she hit me with each letter.
Then, a few more licks later, it was over.
She gave me a cherry popsicle and told me to stop crying before I got sick.
When my dad came home, she wanted him to whoop me again.
Today, she doesnt remember anything.
death2escape
4.
Grandma did not want me to grow up, so she infantilized me.
My grandma was my primary caretaker when I was young.
Mom worked full time and grandma was retired.
Grandma saw me as her last grandbaby/do-over baby.
She did not want me to grow up, so she infantilized me.
She refused to let me independent.
For example I wasnt allowed to go to bathroom by myself, dress myself, feed myself.
She made me wear a diaper at night and gave me a pacifier long after I broke that habit.
She basically wanted me to keep being her baby despite the fact that I was growing up.
By far the most disturbing thing was that she tried to breastfeed me, several times.
john8214
5.
I was sexually groomed by my aunt as a child.
I was sexually groomed by my aunt as a child.
It was right when my sexuality was starting to develop, too.
Its been nearly 15 years and Im still fucked-up over it.
Merlyn67420
6. nitronoodlefart
7.
My birth mom has Munchausens by Proxy and put me on psych meds for 13 years.
I was too sick to get out of bed or be a normal kid.
I missed out in a lot.
My amazing doctor figured it out and we began weaning me off of nine meds two years ago.
He couldnt clear me psychologically until the meds were out of the picture.
Present day, I have been sober for three months and I am quite lucky to be alive.
My intuition, though, kept compelling me to start digging for information.
Something felt horribly wrong very deep inside.
I had always been an avid reader and she had allowed me to pursue nursing in college.
Then it all began falling into place as I saw what she was doing to my siblings also.
A mental illness is a life sentence to me, and Im so thankful to be free.
I also have odd reactions to things.
I basically slipped through the cracks.
I went no-contact with my mother four years ago and life is better than ever.
Once I got space from her, I saw her sadistic streak much more clearly.
She loves it when people are sick and the attention she gets.
She milks peoples pain for all its worth.
There are days I think she might meet the criteria for psychopathy.
Id love to hear someones opinion on that!
thismo2talcoil
8.
Every cool thing was invariably ruined by my dad.
Every cool thing was invariably ruined by my dad.
We took it out to play with it once.
I say we because my dad insisted I couldnt be trusted not to break it without supervision.
Well, I really wanted to play with it so I endured the rant about nagging.
He spent the entire time hogging it and refused to let me look in it.
After about fifteen minutes I politely asked if I could have a turn.
It went about as well as youd expect.
After fifteen minutes of being mocked and belittled as a spoiled little shit we just put it away.
I never took it out again.
Same thing happened a few years later with my telescope.
RedditBanIncoming
9.
My grandmothers brother molested me and got away with it.
When my parents noticed how quiet I was that day (after it happened), I told them.
My dad called him but he said he was drunk and didnt remember.
My dad left it alone so it didnt cause strife in the family.
convex tech
10.
My stupid drug addict mom gave me a serious chemical burn trying to erase one of my birthmarks.
I was born with several strawberry birthmarks all over my body.
One took up almost my entire right arm.
To the point of putting me as an infant in winter clothes in the middle of summer.
My egg donor literally tried saying I woke up like that.
That the birthmark somehow exploded.
My dad didnt press charges; he just wanted her out of our lives.
Had she left it alone that one would have, too.
I endured terrible bullying from my peers until high school.
I was called a leper, rumors spread that I had skin cancer, etc.
I ended up wearing long sleeves and hoodies, even through summer, until I was pretty much 18.
I never let anyone see my arm.
I still get texts every birthday and holiday from her, but I ignore them completely.
Kristaboo14
11.
My dad would come into my room at night when I was sleeping and molest me.
My mom found out and filed for divorce, but the custody proceedings took years.
They thought she was influencing me.
Hed show up at my school and tell my teachers I was a bad kid.
He was a highway patrol captain, so everyone respected him.
I walked in on him touching himself while looking at it.
I didnt realize what he was doing until I was much older.
Its been another eleven years, and Im still not fully over it.
I dont know if Ill ever be.
camzvium
12.
It was more psychological trauma than physical.
I think I survived well, though.
It didnt hit me until much, much later.
I thought it was all normal.
OK, hes holding my head down in a water bucket.
How do I survive this situation?
How do I survive this situation?
Get through the moment and then you could go beat Mario!
It was almost as if I was rewarding myself for dealing with the situation.
The therapist started asking questions, then, abruptly said Youre a sexual abuse victim, arent you?
which shocked the heck out of me since I thought I was good at hiding that information.
She wanted me to discuss what happened and she was the one that used the word torture.
When I looked back on it, yeah, those things were torture.
Booner999
13.
My stepmother locked me in the basement for four days straight.
Now a little more context on this event is that my stepmother.
My stepmother locked me in the basement for four days straight.
Now a little more context on this event is that my step mother was an alcoholic.
I was in 2nd grade at the time and I guess the school called about my unexcused absences.
I got a pretty good thrashing with a belt for skipping school.
He would never believe me when I told him anything about his new wife.
I begged her not to make a big deal about why I wasnt at school.
She did anyways, and I was sent to the principal.
Long story short, I told the adults at my school the truth about why I missed school.
Mr_Drewski
14.
Then I went into high school and my life got worse.
someshwaguy
15.
My parents disowned me when I was in first grade.
Well I chose to tell the truth because how would they find out, right?
Here take your food and eat it on the ground.
My dad just shook his head.
I dont think Ive ever fully recovered I dont consider myself a real part of the family.
RedCaribou57
16.
My stepmother pulled our hair and kicked me into the side of the tub.
Mystepmotherwas abusive for some time when I was a child.
Whenever I fought with my little sister I would hide under my bed because I knew what was coming.
I told my dad a couple of times but nothing changed.
And it finally stopped.
Fast-forward years later, I would call her out on what she did.
They refused to ever acknowledge it.
cleopatradenile
17.
I got sick and remember going to the hospital because I was dehydrated or whatever.
When I woke up it had been five weeks.
My aunt told me to stop crying and it took days before someone listened to me.
In middle schools I drowned twice in two separate major white-water-rafting accidents.
tsmart68
18.
My stepfather would go into my room and anally rape me.
It happened two or three times a month for at least two years.
I was molested fairly often between the ages of 9-13~ by my stepfather.
Basically my mother would take my brother to church to drop him off and he was an altar boy.
My stepfather would go into my room and anally rape me.
It happened 2-3 times a month for at least 2 years.
I figured it happened at least 50 times.
I knew it was going to happen and would dread it and no way to get away with it.
Basically my ass was always sore and super dry.
I ended up telling my dad about it and he called the police.
She has since apologized but it stung deep to her, too.
Therapy never really helped me but I never did to get fucked up or anything afterwards.
Its been 14 years since then and I am doing much better.
Basically every year life gets better and better.
Just that one statistic always scares me but i know it wont be me.
