CONTENT WARNING – Suicide – Child Abuse – Violence – Drugs
I guess you could say the trauma started before I was born as My dad committed suicide 2 months before I was born. My mum gave me up at 3 months old, along with my older brother and sister. I grew up with Sarah ( I’m going to call this person in question Sarah as I don’t wish to disclose) in what seemed a normal family home.
It all started with my brother. I still recall the screaming to this day. He was always locked in his room and me and my sister was never allowed to play with him. He would of only been around 8 years old at this time. When he was downstairs with us he always had to face the wall in the corner of the room because he was ‘naughty’. I always feared when Sarah went into his room because of the screaming and the numerous bangs. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew it wasn’t good. On this one occasion I heard screaming coming from downstairs. It wasn’t the ‘normal’ screaming that I became aware off, this was more deep, more fearful more gut wrenching. As I creeped down stairs I pushed the living room door slightly open to see my brother on his knees with his hands behind his back, with washing up liquid getting poured down his throat. I remember the screaming like it was yesterday and the shouts from Sarah telling him to swallow it. I run back up stairs, scared not knowing what to do. I was around 6 years old.
My brother not long after that, went into the care system and we had very little contact until I was around 13.
The violence and abuse then happened to my sister. I remember more of the abuse with my sister as I was a bit older. Sarah used to take her bed covers off her at night and I used to sneak into her bed and share my covers with her. I remember my sister used to ask to go into the bath and Sarah would drag her fully clothed into the bathroom and on numerous occasions tried to drown her. My sister would come out the bath naked, black and blue. When my sister started her periods Sarah made her feel dirty. I remember one time Sarah stuck one of my sisters used sanitary pads in her school book so she would be embarrassed at school.
Even at the age I was I just knew this was wrong, but I also knew I couldn’t tell anyone about it. The abuse happened for years with my sister, she eventually left home and never returned.
At the age of 13 I then started rebelling, I constantly was going missing from the house. I feel authorities let me down. Instead to helping me they labelled me as a naughty child.
My brother as spoken about above, he ended up getting a 22 year prison sentence, my sister ended up having 2 beautiful children that she absolutely cherishes and I ended up a Heroin addict at the age of 15 with numerous prison sentences. A couple of years later I have completely changed my life. I don’t do any drugs, I am a law abiding citizen and I have a amazing 3 year old! I lead a healthy and happy life.
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