Comments on: Kimberly

By: Kimberly

Kimberly — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 23:15:55 +0000

Trillian~I’m so sorry that your life mirrors my childhood. I so wish it didn’t. I just want to give you hug and tell you that everything will be ok. And it will. I promise. You are stronger than you know and you have to keep tapping into that strength. And that strenght is never-ending. I know. Just remember that nothing, I MEAN NOTHING, your Mom tells you is what or who you are. It took me a long, long time to realize that.

You are beautiful, strong, honest and brave. And you would make any sane, loving woman proud to be your mother.

And kids, they scare me. Absolutely terrify me. Because of what I know and what I know that I’ve buried deep within. And I wish it didn’t. Because I would have loved to love a child and not worry about unearthing that beast.

Please, please hang in there. Become the person you were meant to be not the person your Mom is trying to turn you in to.

Keep in touch and let me know how you are.

And you already are a survivor. You found your way here.

((((((Trillian)))))) lots and lots of hugs!!!

By: Trillian

Trillian — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 09:19:23 +0000

I have lived, in fact, AM living, a childhood just like yours. I’m sixteen and I have an abusive mother. She used to beat me regularly, until two years or so ago. Now, it’s just the emotional abuse.

“you’re stupid, you’re ugly, you’re fat, you’re worthless, you’re nothing” – it’s like your words echo hers. Just five minutes ago she walked out of my room telling me shoe couldn’t bear to see her own daughter let herself look the way I do.

I’ve read dozens of these stories and chose to comment on yours because of the number of times I’ve sworn to myself never to have children, in case I turn out just like her.

I feel every bit of your pain, and your story gives me some sort of hope, that some day I may be a survivor, not just a victim.

By: Trillian

Trillian — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 09:17:12 +0000

I have lived, in fact, AM living, a childhood just like yours. I’m sixteen and I have an abusive mother.

I’ve read dozens of these stories and chose to comment on yours because of the number of times I’ve sworn to myself never to have children, in case I turn out just like her.

I feel every bit of your pain, and your story gives me some sort of hope, that some day I may be a survivor, not just a victim.

By: Staci

Staci — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 04:52:33 +0000

thank you for sharing. i am so sorry for what you went through.

By: Helena

Helena — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 00:47:24 +0000

I was lucky. My mom rarely hit me. Except for excessive, painful spanking. But my earliest memories are of her telling me she hated me. That she wanted me to go run into the street and die. That she wished she had died in childbirth, or better, that I had just been miscarried. I was ugly. I was stupid. She’s been dead for 5 years, and you’re right. Those words still hurt.

But I still loved her.

Thank you for telling your story.

By: Lillian

Lillian — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 23:25:13 +0000

Thank you for having the courage to survive and to share your story.

By: Viki

Viki — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:14:59 +0000

You are very brave for putting yourself out here and telling your story. Hopefully, it will help you. There are people out here who care.

By: Jill B

Jill B — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:50:48 +0000

“I didn’t dream of being a princess, or a teacher, or a nurse. I dreamed of being an adult, living on my own, far, far away from her.”

It’s comforting, at least, to not be the only one who had these dreams.

By: Marla

Marla — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 19:02:16 +0000

Thank you for sharing your story. Know that you are a great person who deserves to be loved. Hold it there.

By: hh

hh — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 23:31:06 +0000

I have so many things going through my head and I don’t know what to say. My brother does not want kids for this same reason. In some ways, it makes me sad, because I think he would be a great dad, but in other ways … I understand. Those are tough demons to face.

Just know that if you do decide to become a parent, you WILL makes mistakes. But they don’t have to be your mother’s.

Sending love to you.