Author's Note/Disclaimer: If you or a loved one get physically or mentally abused at home, please call a hotline for help, inform authorities, or tell a close friend. Want to talk? My Pm is always open for my readers. It wasn't just my genes in front of me-- it was cheap perfume, bloody fists, and desperation. Ice ruptured my skin. "Come home." She smiled, opening her arms for a hug. The kind of mother who doesn't know her own daughter. Those same hands had made me bleed and cry, now wanted to hold me. "H-how did you f-find me?" I stuttered, still trembling with fear and initial shock. My face burned but my fingertips were still cold. "That's not important sweetie, what's important is that you're coming home." She lowered her unwelcome arms. …show more content…
Are you okay?" I had forgotten about Ross. While my world fell away, drained of color all but him, standing in front of me. "Yeah, I'm going on a trip with my mom, do you mind, um helping me pack?" I lied through my teeth. They couldn't know. It was easier this way. Things had just begun here, so I had no reason to stay. He shrugged and began pulling things from under the couch like a dog digging a hole, flinging dirt everywhere. I picked up an old t-shirt by the window sill, and instantly got distracted by the buildings. Although it wasn't a great view, flashes of choreographed lights blinked at me. Escape. I couldn't escape this one. I bowed my head …show more content…
I faked a smile, I had learned from the best, my mother. I continued with my work, stuffing it into my bag. "So what did the landlord say?" Serenity glided back into the room. "What's happening?" "I'm going on a trip with my mom." I couldn't make eye contact. I couldn't remember them as naive to my lies. "Ooh fun, for how long? Where are you going? Didn't you say your mom was a mess? I might have some of your stuff in my room. Are you gonna come back and visit again? Next time you'll have to stay with me for a month, not a few days." I could tell Ross' wheels were turning inside his head. I hadn't mentioned to anyone but Serenity that this was just a trip. Maybe because I wanted this to be more than a that, but it was too late now. "I finally got that extra key from the manager. I drew a little 'A' so it's yours for keeps. Here." She placed it in the palm of my hand. I gently traced the 'A' with my finger nail. The golden key was already scratched with small dips and grooves. It made me feel kind of homey, as if I had been here for years. My fingers grasped it tightly. There was a gentle knock at the door. "That must be my mom--" Thud. Thud. Thud. Crash! My mother threw the door open, she seemed almost
This story shares the extreme abusive behaviors, and how easy it is for domestic violence to be hidden. This book is an example of many individuals who are physically abused every day. This story also reveals the horrible aspects of their lives and gives a voice to those who struggle domestic abuse. Even though Pelzer got away from his mother, in the end he was still mentally affected from his mother’s violence. Pelzer’s mother was someone who showed mental problems because no person who’s mentally right would physically abuse their child. In the end, Pelzer was lucky to overcome his abusive life, and share the untold stories from child
“We aren’t the weeds in the crack of life. We’re the strong, amazing flowers that found a way to grow in the challenging conditions.” (McElvaney, 1057) The book entitled “Spirit Unbroken: Abby’s Story,” offers a perspective on child abuse providing a positive outlook on a tragic situation. Even in the best of circumstances, however, victims of abuse can see the effects of the trauma for the rest of their life. For each individual person affected by this form of trauma, the reactions can vary. The same type of abuse in two different people can have very different outcomes – one could be that of coping, and the other a life of brokenness. Especially at impressionable ages, any form of abuse can be a hindrance in living a normal life. Children
A childhood full of abuse can have a tremendously negative effect on a person’s mental stability later on in life. A cycle of abuse, in which an abused child grows up to abuse their own children, is not an uncommon occurrence. The abuse is often accepted as justified discipline from an adult and it becomes more likely that the abused begins to blame themselves for the pain they are caused. David Small’s memoir, Stitches, touches on the subject of abuse and its effect on one’s behavior later on in life. It can be argued that David’s mother, Betty, was the victim of abuse at the hands of her own mother when she was younger. If so, her abuse riddled past can be blamed for her controlling behavior throughout the book.
Psychological maltreatment, like many other forms of abuse can also be passed down through intergenerational transmission. It is not unlikely for parents to psychologically mistreat their children due to their own past or childhood experiences with psychologically abuse. For example, it is not uncommon during the course of an investigation of physiological maltreatment that it is discovered that the perpetrator had their own form of abuse history in the past. Often time’s people look at psychological maltreatment as a consequence resulting from some other form of abuse, mainly physical and sexual, but tend to overlook the fact that it may also occur as an individual form. Psychological maltreatment can take more than one form. During the course of researching for this paper I learned that there are three typical forms of behavior in which people follow when displaying this type of abuse against children. The three types are acting in an aggressive, rejecting, and lessening
Alyssa Chamberlain Bloomsburg University Family Violence 23 November 2015 It’s a Friday night, you are tucked away in your bed sleeping when all of a sudden you hear the front door slam. Your father comes stumbling in screaming for your mother and other profanities. You hear your mother try to calm him down, and then she screams and starts crying. Your father tells her to shut up, calls her horrible names, and a loud sound, then he stumbles drunkenly to bed and forgets everything the next day, but you didn’t, this wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. What happens to those children that lay scared in their rooms that they might be next?
"No you're not. It's going to be okay. Remember the four year old we saw going on?" I embraced her tighter and it was then that I realized that I'm horrible at comforting
I walked over to the door, the adrenaline that is flowing through me causes my heart to pound so hard I thought it was going to burst right out of my chest. I take a deep breath and open the
When the topic of abuse comes up, many different forms of abuse pop into individuals heads. Whether its Physical abuse, sexual abuse, verbal abuse or even drug abuse, the list just keeps going. Now take all those different forms abuse and imagine them happening in a family. A father physically abusing his children, a mother verbally berating her daughter about her body image, a child growing up in fear. According to the research by David Wolfe in the Journal of Consulting and clinical Psychology, that the number of children that have suffered a physical injury due to physical abuse is between 1.4 and 1.9 million annually. With such a high number of physical abuse happening to children, one can imagine how high the number of all the
Practice passed without anyone asking Yamaguchi anything or letting him know that they knew what happened. He didn't cross paths with Kageyama, either, but Yamaguchi didn't even glance his way. Yamaguchi made sure to avoid looking at him or being next to him as they practiced. Yamaguchi managed to dodge him almost all day. He sat next to Tsukishima at dinner near the edge of the table, and he rushed through his shower to crawl into bed and pretend to be asleep.
Alex wiped his breath from the window as he stared out at the snowy blanket now covering his front yard, the large tree that once stood proudly in its center was slouching under the weight of its own branches. Alex smoothed out the covers of his bed, returning the displaced pillows back against the headboard. Adjusting his onesie, Alex ran down the stairs jumping the final two as he scrambled into the living room. Bright tinsel was wrapped around everything in the room, streamers jumping and crisscrossing around the room. Alex noticed the small drawings he had done pinned up across the walls.
" Well, I was worried. I mean, you were really freaked out yesterday, and..." She trails off. "
Forcefully I entered through the colossal white door, hostile I bawled out “Mom I’m home!” Shifting through the hallway awaiting a reply, my boots thundered against the glossy wood below.
it I pick it up slowly getting ready for the word I said hello quietly