Abused by his mother as a child from "summary" of A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer
From the earliest age that I can remember, I was abused by the one person who should have loved me unconditionally - my own mother. I often wondered what I had done to deserve such treatment. I would wake up in the morning, fearful of what the day would bring. The physical abuse was bad enough, but the emotional torment was even worse.
My mother would single me out for punishment, while my brothers were treated with kindness and love. She would force me to eat out of the garbage, or she would deny me food altogether. I was forced to wear the same torn and tattered clothes every day, while my brothers had new clothes and shoes. I was not allowed to bathe, so I was constantly dirty and unkempt.
The worst part of the abuse was the psychological damage it caused. My mother would tell me I was worthless, that I was a mistake. She would berate me and belittle me, tearing down any shred of self-esteem I had left. I began to believe her words, internalizing the hatred and cruelty she directed towards me.
I tried to escape the abuse, but there was nowhere for me to go. My father turned a blind eye to the abuse, leaving me alone to suffer at the hands of my mother. I felt trapped, isolated, and utterly alone. I would pray for someone to rescue me, to take me away from the nightmare that was my life.
As the abuse continued, I began to lose hope that things would ever get better. I felt like a shell of a person, hollowed out by the cruelty and neglect I endured. I longed for a mother who would love me, protect me, and care for me. But all I had was a monster who took pleasure in my suffering.
The scars of the abuse I endured as a child are still with me to this day. They have shaped who I am, how I view the world, and how I interact with others. I may never fully recover from the trauma I experienced, but I am determined to overcome it, to rise above the pain and find a way to heal.
