Wait wait. "SOMETHING IS USUALLY DONE." But actually, a lot of times it's not because society values the voice of an adult over a child. People watched me be beaten viciously. I begged them for help. But nobody gave a damn because I'm a kid. That's what's wrong with society.
Asketh - Anonymous
Go and tell someone.
I lived with my parents in our new house we just bought, I was 10 and my dad was 65. I dont remember what happened that morning, but he’d been drinking and i was crying because I tried to run away with my dog. And he caught me. He told me to stop crying. But he was scaring me, and I started breathing hard, and I couldnt. So he just got angrier. He got up and I ran. He followed me to the corner of the house and I balled up, shaking.
He pulled my arms apart, hit me, and screamed at me to stop. I cried harder.
Then he got on top of me, held me down, and choked me. he choked me until i was able to nod when he screamed “YOU GONNA STOP? YOU GONNA STOP?”
then he let me go.
My mom drove me to school that morning. I was still crying, I couldnt make myself stop.
In the hallway one of the teachers saw me and she asked “Whats wrong?”
I’d been taught to say “Nothing.” Because he would be angry. But I was also furious. So furious. So I told her. Because I didnt care anymore.
She took me into her office and I told her everything. And how it’d gone on since I was a toddler.
I got home and my sister [26 at the time] was crying, screaming “WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU’RE GOING TO GET HIM TAKEN AWAY.” at me. Him, being my father.
My counciler had called social services. She gave my mom an ultimatium- She had to leave my dad [with me] or else child protective seervices were going to come take me away.
We secretly moved out in record time.
If it werent for that I dont think my mom would’ve had the courage to walk away. I didnt even know what I was doing at the time. I thought it was normal.
Because I was a child.
As a child I NEEDED an adult to tell me “this is wrong.” Because I grew up in it, because I didnt know other families weren’t like this, because I loved him more than I loved myself and just wanted him to be happy.
Me, as a child, that morning put some food in a Looney Tunes bookbag, went outside and untied my dog, and was going to walk to the bus stop.
What if I had been allowed to go?
My mind didnt say “tell somebody.” My mind didnt say “you’re being abused, abuse is bad and wrong and htis is not normal,” No. My mind said “Run away and dont let him catch you.”
Children cannot make decisions for themselves about themselves.
And it, honestly, sets me off when people cite “Abuse” as an example of adult privilege when the cooler heads of sane adults are literally the reason I am still alive today and not killed by my dad, or found on the side of a ditch in a looney tunes bookbag.
Adults have to protect children. Because children need protection, not power.