Growing up with child abuse

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11909663873915690632012-02-17T15:02:18.216+11:00Growing up with child abuseThis is a description of what life was like growing up with a person who became violent once drinking, and how this effected a child growing up.kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-43961633933318915852009-05-27T23:52:00.005+10:002009-05-28T00:55:10.095+10:00I own my own guilt

One of the things that I have always wondered is how have I been able to heal from this and other have struggled more. At first I have thought it was because my abuse was not so bad. But over the last few weeks I have read so many different blogs and have seen people who have endure less or more than me and they are all effected in the same way. I think when a child is shown any form of bad

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Today so many of the blogs I have been drawn to read have all a subject that is reflecting something that is happening in my life at the moment. Having this information has helped me see what I needed to know to get through this time.I as you have read so far was subjected to a childhood of verbal abuse and had found ways to be able to function and live a happier life. But the problems that the

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I am writing this post to let any of my followers and visitor know I also have another web site that I write content for about child abuse. I will be looking for people who would be interested in posting about there experiences with abuse whether it was as a victim and healing, family member of a victim, an abuser etc. This web site is more about child abuse in general and less about my abuse. I

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-6096871866794474482009-05-26T04:06:00.003+10:002009-05-26T04:21:54.281+10:00Ignoring abuse who protects the child

Before I was even aware that what I was experiencing was wrong other people had started to notice. I had sibling from my mothers first marriage that I kept in contact with. When I was ten they came to visit me and spent about 1 week there. For one of my sisters and my brother this was the last time I have sen them. My other sister would still come to visit. One day I asked why the others would

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While I was studying to be a nurse we had a class of very different types of people. We all used to love getting into debates about what we all thought. One day the subject came up about the abuse that a nurse has to receive. We were taking about how to deal with it and what is acceptable and what is not. We started talking about physical abuse vs emotional abuse. When a gentleman in the class

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-13080606319698655762009-05-14T03:12:00.006+10:002009-05-15T01:48:56.674+10:00Why does rejection hurt so much?

One of the hardest thing I had to do was to avoid the nasty things my nan would say to me. But after a while you can only take so much. I know my breaking point was when I was 15. Though all the years of the abuse, I had always had the thought that at any point that I could not take it any more I would be able to go live with my dad. For along time that was the one thing that was like the light

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Many a night the constant thing that my nan would tell me was that I was stupid and that I was never wanted and that nobody loved me. For a long time I would believe these things. And even now though I have done a great amount of healing I do still have a bad day perhaps once a year when I do truly believe all that I was told. One of the hardest things to have to deal with when my nan was

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-15812873216816452202009-05-11T01:22:00.002+10:002009-05-11T01:31:59.389+10:00Being to scared to say anything

Most night I had to try and avoid my nan from getting angry. This sometime was an extremely difficult thing to do because even a simple this as answering a question could have caused a flare up. I can recall one of the worst thing I could do was correct her. One night we had just finished dinner and she asked me to put the margarine in the bin. Now knowing that it was almost full I asked her if

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-18515753348061852252009-04-07T02:39:00.004+10:002009-04-07T02:53:35.987+10:00Smashing Dishes

One of my memories was of a night where I was doing the dishes. This night in question she had been especially nasty with what she was saying. So at some point I had started to cry. This then enraged her even more and she began threatening me. One of the most seemingly ridiculous comments where if you don't shut up now I will smash this plate over your head. Now this comment did the complete

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-65541642963868401872009-03-31T00:19:00.003+11:002009-03-31T13:28:54.704+11:00The introduction of the speed hump

When I was about 6 years old the arrangement of going to be with my dad on weekends was to be short lived. This was due to my new stepmom. My family did not much like this new introduction into my fathers life. So within two years of her being in our lives my nan stopped me from going there on the weekends. So this now meant that 7 days a week i was with my nan. For a few years this was the only

kiwispirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14156330005625155414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1190966387391569063.post-71298410716158437472009-03-30T23:29:00.001+11:002009-03-31T13:25:02.662+11:00The start of my life

My name is Maria and i am a survivor of child abuse. The first three years of my life were what would have been seen as a normal childhood. But just after my third birthday my parents separated. My dad was the one to take me with him. He tried to look after me but as a single father who was working he found it to hard to look after a little girl so he enlisted some help from his mother. So this

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