This is a fan submitted story of her life. I found it very inspiring how shes gone through so much and shes still here fighting ❤️ feel free to share your stories with us also ~Well, I am now 16. My story starts when I was between five and six years of age. I was living in a small country town a few miles from the edge of Tasmania, Australia. I was living with my mother, my little brother, and my step dad. My mother was a milker. My brother went with her early one morning for work, leaving me and my step father alone. About half an hour after my mother and brother left, he came into my room, and started touching me.. He raped me everyday from that moment until just before I turned nine. I stopped talking to people, I became mute. Just after I turned nine, Child Protection came and took me and my little brother, they took us to a new home, promised us that nothing would happen to us. I became angry, I started throwing and breaking things, eventually they decided I was too dangerous to have around other people, so they put me into a kind of insane asylum, I was ten years old. When they let me out, I had my carer talking about my mother, so I ran away, I found my real father, and moved in with him. About two months after I moved in with him, the violence started, I became angrier. Just after I turned 11, my little brother found us, he moved in with us and for a while, everything was perfect, then one night, my dad drank too much, he got violent again, this time he went too far, he threatened my little brother, and held a knife to my throat, I snapped, I punched him. He fell to the ground, and I left him there, knowing hed wake up the next morning with no memory of it, and that was exactly what happened. Everything was okay for a couple of year, but shortly after I turned 13, my mother made an appearance, things were great, I got to see her every second weekend, and I enjoyed it. Just before my 14th birthday, my dad held me against the front door with his hands wrapped around my throat, I wasnt touching the ground, just as I was about to pass out, I made a desperate kick, and got him in the tummy, he doubled over, and I ran to my room, that was the night I started cutting, and Ive been cutting since. 11 days after my 14th birthday, me and my brother ran away from there, and moved in with mum and her new boyfriend. Things were great, and then we moved again, mum met someone else, but three months after my 15th birthday, tragedy struck. My mother had a major stroke and lost all feeling and ability, the doctors said she would never walk or talk again. The day after this happened, I was sent back to where I grew up, to live with my auntie. That was almost two years ago now, things have changed so much now. I finished Grade Ten a few weeks ago, my mother is home, and walking and talking again, though she has trouble and cant quite move her left arm yet. I also found out Im now 12 weeks pregnant.~ -anonymous- ~fallensun
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 05:27:52 +0000
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