True stories of child abuse and a spiral into insanity at the age of 14. Then being placed in residential treatment until 18 yrs old. These are my memories of what happened and of what's followed since.
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The Final Attempt & Consequences
Ok, so the record needs to be set correctly on an incident concerning my sister and how her false, front tooth got knocked out and I got blamed for it.
My mom and sister were dragging me into my room to tie me up and put me in the closet. I was on my back and each had an arm pulling me. Of course I was freaking out, yelling, screaming, crying, fighting in total fear. Then all of a sudden my sister's face popped into view. Instinctively I raised my leg and kicked her in the face/mouth which dislodged her false tooth. I didn't mean to do that at all. I was completely in primal fear when it happened. However, I wasn't too sorry because she was helping our mom to torture me!
After a few days of my mom telling everyone I was a violent, cold hearted, sadistic little girl I was called into the living room. Everyone was there. Mom, sister and stepfather (the pedo). Mom starting telling all the awful consequences I was going to have for "embarrassing" my sister. She kept going on and on with all the punishments I was going to get and how awful of a person I was. Red, red is what I saw, panic and injustice is what I felt. I got that piece of fuckin plywood that was a constant reminder of horror out of my room and threw it in the backyard. My mom tried to stop me and that is when I told her I'd kill her and stab her. I punched her in the gut twice with all my might, she went down. I jumped on top of her and punched her in the heart two times while telling her if she tied me up and locked me away ever again I was going to kill her. Right before I got to her face she scream " No, no Teresa not in my face! Not there!" Fuckin hell, you for real? How many times did you mangle my face to the point I had to stay home from everything until the swelling and bruises faded? Fuck that, I cocked back to punch her face and split it wide open. Thankfully right then the stepfather rushed in and pushed me off of her. She got up and ran to him. I told her again I'd kill her if she tried torturing me again. Then I told him if he helped her and built any kind of a box or containment device I'd kill him too. I think they knew I was serious. Later they built a dollhouse for me and tried to play that the wood was from that piece of plywood and they were saving it to surprise me with the dollhouse. Although the actual piece of plywood sat in the backyard right where I threw it down.
One day I was in the backyard. My mom came out and said she was gonna get the plywood because it was the only way she could control me and she picked it up. I ran over and kicked it out of her hands. Two of her fingernails broke. Of course I was blamed for that too! Poor Pat is sooo mistreated by her awful little girl. Ridiculous.
Anyway, that's what happened when my sister's tooth got knocked out and I was blamed for it and made to look like a mean, violent person. Nope. I was protecting myself plain and simple.
p.s. I will follow up with the stepfathers role in all this on another post. Thanks guys, I love you.
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Not sure how I survived. They put me in for hours. 8:30amish until 4:30pmish (in time for the pedophile to get home from work) nothing but copious amounts of water then made to hold it. The only way out was to pee on myself. Then be humiliated and made to take an ice cold bath. However the scariest part was when she (mom) would come to console me! Fuck the hell! You just did all that and now you're here rubbing hair from my face and telling me sorry. Giving me kisses and saying,"Mommy's sorry. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. It's ok, mommy got it all out. I'm ok now. You're safe for another month. I'm sorry mommy won't do it again." Absolute and complete fear. Primal fear to the point I would lose my breath and go catatonic. One time she had to give me mouth to mouth to get me back. She was totally panicked. It's the truth. I survived it. Why? I don't know. Ask her. But be careful, she lies.
12. 12 is when I took my power back. I stood up to her and fought back. Literally, when I was getting the plywood from my room she tried to stop me. I punched her. In the gut, on her chest and right before I got to her face the pedo pushed me off. With each punch I told her I was going to kill her and stab her there. She said I HAD to listen to her because she's mother. I told her me being alive and existing trump's her parental authority. That day things changed.
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Tied and beat to catatonia. Only way out is to pee your pants. Then told what a nasty, dirty girl you are. Ages 9 1/2 to 11 1/2 this was my reality. At least every 6 weeks or so.
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Dog Food
The monster was desperate, it lost control of the girl. Now the monster sits around in PJs and cries. The girl stood up and stood her ground. No more hitting and being kept in the closet for hours on end. The monster didn't know what to do. Then one day the girl went to feed her dogs. Their food was all gone. The girl told the monster the dogs needed food. Through it's tears and frustration the monster said it was not buying dog food. That the girl is going to have to watch the dogs suffer and die from starvation and know it's the girl's fault cause she stood up to the monster. Three days passed for the dogs without food. Finally, the girl went into the kitchen and began to pull all of the meat out of the freezer and throw it in hot water. She was going to cook the meat and feed it to the dogs. When the monster came in it began to hit the girl but quickly the monster knew it had no choice but to back down. The girl was prepared to defend her dogs. Finally, the monster ordered her sucker fish to buy dog food from the store next door. The next day after school the girl immediately went to see how much food the dogs had. There was a large bag of their regular food. Thank God! The poor babies. The girl was satisfied she won this one. However, she knew the monster will get it's revenge. She must stay vigilant.
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They tried but she was stronger. They tried to lock her away, she found her strength. Then they gave her away, she got stronger. They ignored her but now she was strong. She finally knew...she has to help those who are weaker until they get strong, so they can help those weaker than them until they get strong and so it should go. Curse those that step on those that are weaker than them. One day that weakling might come back as Goliath. ✌️
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An underwater graveyard in Llyn Celyn, Wales. The village it was located in was flooded in the 60’s to supply water to Liverpool.
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Abusers can do nice things for people they are not abusing.
Abusers can do nice things for people that they are abusing.
Abusers can otherwise seem like nice, caring, supportive people when they are not actively abusing someone.
It does not mean they’re not fucking abusers.
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Please know that I am in a good place. I'm in therapy and work things out there. Writing this truth is a huge & healing thing for me. I'm ready to confidently tell what happened. 🙂
Thank you
-Teresa
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I know that after the abuse you suffered it’s hard to feel worthy of being here. But I know you are good, you are strong, and you will work everyday to make sure no one has to feel the pain you did.
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“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.”
— Nick Hornby, How to Be Good (via thoughtkick)
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The one that hurts & lies. The monster.

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