Hello. I have no idea where to start. I am 28 now. My childhood still bothers me even today. It started in '93. I was molested and taken away from my mother for 1 yr along with my older sister. We were placed in the care of my aunt and uncle. My Aunt was never nice to me. She was very mean to me as a child. She would get my cousins to taunt and make fun of me. They treated me as a unloved adopted child. My sister had it differently then i did. I had been going to regular counciling because the molesting. My mother was granted visitations with me and my sister. It was mostly me and my mother at these visits. I would know days before she was coming to see me. I would always be so excited to see her. My aunt would have these talks with me before my mother would coming and tell me not to whisper or tell her what i was going through. My aunt was in the kitchen one day and me and my mother were having one of our visits in mine and my sisters bedroom off of the kitchen. It took me a while to build up the courage to tell my mother what was happening to me there. Like how my aunt would cut my fingernails so short they would bleed. Or forcing feeding me squash. In which i hated as a child. I would plug my nose every bit and my aunt would yell at me and tell me " no I want you to taste every bit of it. But my cousins and my sister never had this done to them. When I told my mother these things she became very upset. I was later removed from my aunt and uncles a short time later and placed at another aunt and uncles. Which would be my mothers brother and sister inlaw. It seemed good. I was happy for a while. My aunt ran a daycare out of her home. She watched 4 children. 2 boys that were brothers about my age and 1 toddler boy and 1 toddler girl they were brother and sister. Which was more of a after school thing. I would spent time playing with my cousin. We shared a room. and played dolls alot. She was like a good friend. My aunt came to me one day and had a talk with me about how i should ask her for a book in the middle of the night if i felt i wanted to touch myself. I was so lost in what she was she was saying to me. Even after the molesting happened to me i never felt that urge to do that. I was just a child. I was always accused of rediculous things in that home, like at my other aunts and uncles. I was already strim a spammerling with the fact that i missed my mother very much and was put through so much with the theripy. One morning my aunt woke me up to accuse me of touching one of the children she babysat. It honestly hurt that she would accuse me of this. She yelled and screamed at me infront of my cousin in the other bed and my aunt looked at her and said " i knew she was like this and probably and slut like her mother" then looked at me and said " why did you do this?" I told her i didn't and would never do that. Why would I do that... At that age I never tought sexually by no means. A few weeks after I was accused again of this again by my aunt. She said to me " you touched the girl next door. Which that girl was a playmate to me and my cousin. and nothing like that ever happened. My aunt was mean to me like the other. at the end of that year my aunt and uncle planned a camping trip. I had no interest in going at all. I was tired from crying myself to sleep every night that whole yr. Days before we were leaving my mother unexpectedly showed up. I was happy and him a spammering her. I sat in the living room while my aunt and her spoke. My aunt and mother come in later to tell me that I can go on the trip still or.... you can go home with your mom. I was confused. I said " is this just a visit ? " because i was tired of going to spent a day with my mother just to have to dread the ride back to my aunts and cry to my mother about how much i wanted to come home. My aunt said " no for good. She got granted custody of me back" I said " im going home". And went and packed to leave that minute. I didn't even tell them goodbye. I hated them. that yr killed me. It bothers me till this day. I hate remembering. I was broken as a child and will never forget how much it hurt to feel unloved by my fake family.
