sexually abused

From July 1961 to September 1982 I was subjected to physical, emotional (told I could do nothing right, never received any kind of physical attention except for being hit, no hugs, kisses or pats on the back), was humiliated in front of friends and family, through denigration, yelling and belittiling. Was flashed by my mother. I was hit with bamboo, a wooden spoon, yardstick, a butcher kinfe (was not cut, but was spanked with it) and was accosted with a baseball bat.

  I was sexually and verbally abused by my alcoholic afather on a day- to- day basis. It started when I was about four or five years old. It continued throughout my childhood, and into my early teens until I was strong enough to get away from him. However, he continued to grab at my breast whenever he was near me,  until I was finally able to move out after I graduated.

 At first, my afather would touch me all over. Then he would grab my hand to touch him. It got much worse as time went on. At night time, when I was asleep, he would come in and I would be awaken by his hands touching me and much worse. My amother saw and knew what he was doing to me and my sister, and did nothing to stop it. In fact, she told me never to tell anyone. She said if I told, They would not take him away, they would take me away and, I would end up some place worse. I was young and afraid of what a worse place might be like. I was also afraid of my amother, so I said nothing to anyone.

 My amother was physically abusive to me. She didn't blame me for what my afather was doing to me, but she hated me because of it. I can never remember a time where she hugged or kissed me, but I can remember her anger and violence towards me. I was always getting hit, slapped, kicked, and she loved to grab my hair and pull it out. It went on like this until I was about 13 years old.

he molested me from the time I was 6 until 18 years old. He took me to his bed saying if I loved him I would have sex with him. Also when ever my mother was gone he would have sexual intercourse with me. When he was drunk he would come to my room. As I got older I would lock the door for my room, but he would have the key. My adoptive mother caught him and blamed me. So did her parents, they gave her and my father heck. Recently, now that I am 48, the molestation was brought up at the church through my brother. I was so mad, After I tried to jump off a bridge, now that the church knows my business. When I went up in 2005, I went to the church and noone even knew that they had a daughter, only my brother. Everytime my brother got, or gets in trouble it is my fault, I have always been the black sheep of the family. Now I am so pissed I want to sue my brother and my father. I also got hangers around my neck, missed my grade eight prom, because of my brother, didn't get to date in high school. Been with three men, one was gay, the second abused me too, and then my now husband and I have been married 21 years come Feb. 17, 2011.  

he molested me from the time I was 6 until 18 years old. He took me to his bed saying if I loved him I would have sex with him. Also when ever my mother was gone he would have sexual intercourse with me. When he was drunk he would come to my room. As I got older I would lock the door for my room, but he would have the key. My adoptive mother caught him and blamed me. So did her parents, they gave her and my father heck. Recently, now that I am 48, the molestation was brought up at the church through my brother. I was so mad, After I tried to jump off a bridge, now that the church knows my business. When I went up in 2005, I went to the church and noone even knew that they had a daughter, only my brother. Everytime my brother got, or gets in trouble it is my fault, I have always been the black sheep of the family. Now I am so pissed I want to sue my brother and my father. I also got hangers around my neck, missed my grade eight prom, because of my brother, didn't get to date in high school. Been with three men, one was gay, the second abused me too, and then my now husband and I have been married 21 years come Feb. 17, 2011.  

he molested me from the time I was 6 until 18 years old. He took me to his bed saying if I loved him I would have sex with him. Also when ever my mother was gone he would have sexual intercourse with me. When he was drunk he would come to my room. As I got older I would lock the door for my room, but he would have the key. My adoptive mother caught him and blamed me. So did her parents, they gave her and my father heck. Recently, now that I am 48, the molestation was brought up at the church through my brother. I was so mad, After I tried to jump off a bridge, now that the church knows my business. When I went up in 2005, I went to the church and noone even knew that they had a daughter, only my brother. Everytime my brother got, or gets in trouble it is my fault, I have always been the black sheep of the family. Now I am so pissed I want to sue my brother and my father. I also got hangers around my neck, missed my grade eight prom, because of my brother, didn't get to date in high school. Been with three men, one was gay, the second abused me too, and then my now husband and I have been married 21 years come Feb. 17, 2011.  

From as early as I can remember (approx 4-5yrs of age) I lived in fear of my adoptive mother. She was physically & emotionally abusive throughout my entire childhood through my teenage yrs. I was so afraid of her wrath, that anytime in her mere presence, I would try to make myself disappear or blend in with my surroundings to avoid her noticing me in the room. Out in public, all I could obsess about was doing something wrong & her beating the crap out of me & shaming me in front of people I knew. This was done more often than in front of strangers (which was easier to bear). I had very few close friends growing up. Most of my friendships were strictly at school because I couldn't bear to have my school friends knowing my shame & actually witnessing her hit me. I'd rather have died than live with knowing anyone from school seeing her get angry, start screaming mean hurtful things at me, then pulling down my pants, throwing me over her lap & spanking me. It was bad enough in front of strangers, but in front of people I knew was worse and so my childhood was very lonely. Although I prayed everyday for my birth mother to come & rescue me, the few times my adoptive mom threatened to sent me back, I actually would cry & beg her not to because I was (and still am) so afraid of being abandoned again. But so many nights were spent crying myself asleep just praying & begging for God to please let my real mother find me & love me forever. The 1st sexual encounter and very 1st penis I ever touched belonged to my adoptive father. Although he was my sexual molester, I found myself drawn to him to protect me from her. I'd rather endure his unwarranted touches & sex innuendos because he was nice to me & made me feel somewhat safe from her. My mortal fear of my adoptive mom made me closer to my sexual molesting adoptive dad and this has negatively affected every relationship I've ever had.

Sexual, physical and emotional

from sep 17 2002 to I am not sure when I was subjected to oral sex. Where he would touch me and i had to do the same

i dont know when the sexual abuse started but i have memories of it happenning when i was in a crib with bars as of my 2nd birthday i no longer slept in a crib.my adopted dad was my sexual abuser .it continued till he raped me at age 4 [the day the astronauts walked on the moon,] it was on tv as he raped me.before that it was molestation and he liked putting strange objects in my vagina like toothbrushes.the sexual abuse ended then till i was 8 and had weekend visitations without supervision he never made me bleed again,now it was my turn toplease him his favorite way was to make me give him a blow job.once i went to boarding school at age 10 i stopped seeing him in places wed be alone i only saw him in public places yet that didnt stop him from trying to touch me.

the emotional abuse and control trips that my adopted mother put me through started very early she admits to only feeding me when i was a baby if the alarm clock went off it didnt matter if i wasnt hungry shed force me and if i was hungry other times i wasnt allowed to eat shes rather proud of this.she had many food control trips as i grew up...putting me on diets at age 5 even though i was normal weight. having no food in the house was normal. my nanny[housekeeper]used to sneak me food.i was so hungry id find a head of lettuce and eat the whole head hiding under my bed boy was i beaten and raged at for that . the verbal abuse was constant too i was never good enough i was always fat i was told all my problems were because of my jewish blood in me[funny thing is not one iota of me is jewish except my first born and the adopted mom will not acknowledge her because shes jewish] another weird thing was the people i wanted to make friends with i was told were not good enough for me and the people she wanted me to make friends with[usually her friends kids]didnt want to be my friends ,,so i had no friends..and the control trips  continued.. when i was very very young i was not allowed to laugh or to cry or to run around and when i did.... ahh now for the physical abuse... shed hit my head with a wooden spoon shed carry it with her all the time to this day i dont have wooden spoons in my house shed also do what i call the windmill hitting shed be raging at me and her hands would be hitting me slapping me one after the other nonstop...one time she was so bad hitting me i locked myself in the bathroom  and she called the firemen to get me out..noone asked me why i locked myself in the bathroom and why my nose was bleeding and i had a black eye!! another time my arm was dislocated she blamed it on my dad but i remember who really yanked me that day..she used to tell me shed like to return me that shed gotten the wrong kid and once i was 10 i no longer had a home/bedroom/even a bed or closet in her home by 16 after adopted dad died she told me i was no longer her responsibility  since there was no more child support coming from him and since then ive had very little contact with her..he took my innocence away she took my childhood away sad thing is i actually bonded with her and grieve the fact she doesnt want me and never will

My adoptive father, Jim, psychologically and sexually abused my younger sister and myself.  My younger sister and myself were both adopted as infants in our adoptive parents home.  My adoptive father was a food chemist, was well liked by everyone; he had a good education and great job.  My adoptive mother was an RN and had adopted both of us from St. Micheal's Hospital.  My adoptive mother, Vicky,  did her best to raise us in a good environment and I am sure tried to limit or mitigate the damage our adoptive father was causing to us.  My sister and I are not sure exactly when the sexual abuse started but I am sure he started to groom us for the abuse from the time we were small girls.  But he was such a well liked and well regarded man; he would be the last anyone would suspect of performing such horrific acts. The worst thing was as we were growing up and into our adulthoods he was always tried to put us down and always tried to discredit us, especially when he remarried another woman who had children, I suppose, fearing that some day, my sister and I would come back to accuse him.  My sister and I have not had any contact with him for a number of years.

My adoptive father also, I suspect, was trying to involve, or did involve his younger brother in some aspect of the abuse.  When this certain uncle came over to our house, my sister and I (we were about 5 and 7 years old respectively) would pin washcloths over our chests and over our genitals as though they were loincloths and we would dance around the living room with our uncle watching.  At the time, we were little girls dancing around the living room to music on our record player, which we thought was fun, but now that I think about it, this was rather bizarre and twisted, two little girls who were barely dressed, dancing around the living room in front of two grown men.  During our childhood our father tried his best to keep my sister and myself from being close, keeping us divided and fighting between ourselves because it was in his best interest.  My sister and I both got involved in the drug culture during our teen years (this was in the 1970's) and we have both had many problems with being in abusive and bad relationships with men during our lives, until recently. I have suffered from depression for many years because of what happened.   Now my sister and I are both reasonably happy and in good relationships.  I was fortunate enough to receive some counselling about the abuse a few years ago, which helped me greatly and I am trying to encourage my sister to get some counselling as well.  Unfortunately, she lives on the other side of Canada and we rarely get to see one another, maybe once every 5 years or so.  

What my father did to us was horrific and cruel and I guess we really didn't think about it while we were growing up; we didn't realize (and remember what we'd blocked out) until we were adults.  I have thought about reporting this to the police but haven't as of yet as my adoptive father is now 81 years old and has had some health problems.  What makes this even more horrific is that the Children's Aid Society had interviewed and background-checked our prospective adoptive parents and I guess they looked good on paper, but if they'd only known about my adoptive father, I am sure they wouldn't have placed us into his care.  But that was in the 1950's and there were many babies to be placed!  Thanks for reading....

My adoptive father sexually abused me from the age of 4 until 14 years old.  He continued to emotionally abuse me until shortly before his death in 1993. My adoptive mother not only failed to protect me after I told her about the abuse, but she also harshly criticized me as well.  Her inactions and neglect negatively affected me as much as her actions.  I was 26 when she took responsibility for her actions, but I still dont feel that she has fully recognized her role as the abuser or accomplice.

I was sexually abused by my first adoptive father from the ages 6-13. I was also verbally and physically abused by my first adoptive mother from ages 8-13.   Then I was removed from that home and was placed in a family that had a son 2 years younger than me that I never saw as a threat until he sexually abused me just a couple months ago. Age 21. My second adoptive parents were both physcially and emotionally adusive to me as well.

I was adopted at age 8, together with my brother, age 11, and my sister, age 12. My biological mother died when I was 7 years old. My father was an alcoholic. To take care of us, he stopped working, but began to drink more and more. One day, our neighbours reported him to the police, and because he was drunk at the time, he signed papers abandoning us. I did not understand with my child's eyes why his sister, who had 2 sons and who had a better life in Seoul, did not help us. Perhaps could she not? We stayed 8 months in the Inchon orphanage of Holt.We were destined for the United States, but a 40 year old French couple adopted us. We arrived in France on August 24, 1983.

Unfortunately, I was placed into a dysfunctional family!

I suffered domestic violence. My father beat my mother. I was a victim of incest from 11 to 14 years old by my grandfather on my mother’s side. The worst part of all this was that when I revealed my abuse, nobody believed me, while my mother was herself a victim of her husband! They left me alone in this nightmare that destroyed my adolescence! They did not even send me to a therapist! My mother often humiliated me, sometimes even in public. She did everything she could to divide us. We were getting along so well until she told us three weeks after our arrival in France "stop, you are in France, it is finished with Korea, you must speak French." She set us against each other, so now I have no contact with my brother. Her law was "divide and conquer".

It is true that I was a child traumatized by my past and that we all had our problems. I admit it. At home, I stood up to my mother while in public I was introverted and shy (I blushed at the slightest remark!). And my mother was authoritarian and blamed my behaviour. But many children are like that, right? My father was a coward and was only good for a salary! I found out later it was my mother who had completed all the procedures for adoption and that my father only signed the papers! I’m still convinced that my mother thought she could save their relationship by adopting us, and that my father would learn to control his temper, but unfortunately he failed! As the saying goes "driving his natural running back.” It was my father who could not have children! My brother and sister defended my mother and received the punches of course. My mother was taking anti-depressants and we had to comfort her! You know how men who beat their wives have two faces and are socially integrated and diplomats! The whole family made us feel that we should “owe” them forever for being adopted: they took us out of misery and saved my sister and me from a life of prostitution.

People often say to me "but your parents must be great people, they did not separate you" (unbearable sentence for me).

So I would like to reply: "Oh if you only knew what hell I experienced!" Sometimes I think what my life could have been if I had stayed in Korea and my aunt had helped us, or if we had been adopted by an American couple. Sometimes there remains in me the little girl who is constantly crying for her mother, and who has still not stopped her grieving.

We were not very accepted into my father’s family. His father was racist and he called us "yellow". His mother preferred her little blonde French daughter, of course, and she did not want my parents to adopt black children!

Yet, I can assure you that we were reasonable children who were not delinquent. How many times we had wanted to call the police! My mother did not recognize herself as a victim; never wanted to divorce or complain... I lived in fear and terror! I thought about running away, but was afraid of being sent back again to an orphanage!

Because of a constantly violent family environment, my sister tried committing suicide at 18. And again, my parents did nothing to help her or to consult a psychologist. Indeed, they considered psychiatrists sick people.

The verbal abuse between my mother and my brother began reaching its peak and my mother no longer wanted to support him. My parents decided to kick my brother out at the age of 20 years. My sister and I did not even have the right to call him or my mother would have a hysterical fit! I left the house at 20 because I could no longer tolerate the climate of abuse and violenceWe were sacrificed children in the name of the father and grandfather. Love is unknown in this family ! I just realized recently that it is a family of manipulators and makers of stories!

All that to say that I fell ill and my adoption is what might be called a failed adoption. I voluntarily cut all ties with my family 8 years ago and consider myself a double orphan! My only family is my sister. Myself, I have a past that will haunt me forever.

I thank my parents for having followed me to school, for having fed me, for housing me and doing laundry, but I do not thank them for adopting me. I sometimes would have preferred to stay in my misery, as they say! I did not choose them: they selected me!

If I want to testify today, it’s because I want to break this wall of silence that hurt me too much! I have spoken of my sufferings for only two years ... and have remained silent for 17 years! You cannot imagine how liberating it is to finally have a voice!

I wish to express my willingness to move forward despite all the traumas I have suffered.I think some egocentric parents should not adopt children! Maybe the regulations were not as severe in my time.

I realize older sibling group is atypical !

I feel that failed adoptions are a taboo subject that few adopted children dare speak of! I'm sorry if my words may offend some adoptive parents and if they perceive that I am advocating my misfortunes. But it is the story of my life!

I read books by Barbara Monestier, Christian Demortier, and Johnny Subrock and I thank them for writing their history. Their experience also convinced me to testify, although each story is unique. Mine resembles that of Christian or even more than Johnny Subrock.  

Thank you in advance for reading my story. I hope you will understand the meaning of my testimony.

What kinds of Abuse was I subjected to? Better question would be is there any you were not subjected to!

I was Sexually Molested by my Adopted Father from the age of 3 until 6 years old!

I was Sexually Molested by an Older Foster Brother,

I was Sexually molested by my Amoms Natural Son for many years after that....All in All, That is from the age of 3 until around 13 years old!

Mentally and physically Abused by AStepfather from 13 until about 17, He would always tell me what

"A piece of shit I was, That I was no Good, That he would kill me, that he hated me, Anything to belittle me!"

Where was my Amom during this wickedness? Either she would be working or somewhere Else...Though I did tell her of the physiacl abuse, She lived in Denial as she was Abused herself by the man she adopted me with!

But the worst were those weekly physical beatings! Every Single weekend that He could get drunkl enough at....Punches in the face, Bloody Lips, Wind knocked out of me, Bloody noses, Knocked down to the ground and dragged about the house....Once He could knock me down to the Ground, He than took great Effort to kick me anywhere he could...Slammed my head down on the Bathroom Sink---Blood everywhere! Luckily that was witnessed by someone and stopped!

He was a Very Violent weekend Alcoholic!

His name is Jack F, My Afamily is Gone now but this Scumbag still lives...How can that be?!

Slapping, Punching, Violent Shaking, Hair-pulling, Ear-pulling, Kicking, Throwing, Hitting with various objects (stick, belt, wooden spoon, hot curling iron, fly-swatter) from age 3 to age 19

Threatened with knife, threaten to be beaten until "the blood comes out," among other verbal threats from age 3 to age 17

Humiliation, degradation, physical and verbal abuse in public; referred to as having "emotional problems," told that I was just like my birth mother while speaking ill of her.  age 3 to age 34

Sexual abuse by older foster child #1, attempted rape by older foster child #2 (when I was around age 10).  Blamed for it when I talked about it at 19.

Controlled social interactions, friends had to be kids from our church or a similar church, not allowed to join activities such as Girls Scounts.  Forced to play piano in church; not allowed to play classical music, only religious music.  Television was strictly censored to programs adopters liked, as was music.

From April 1978 until October 1984 I was sexually and physcially abused by my adopted parents. They both had been found mentally unfit to adopt me but through private adoption were able to get me. I was kept in an attic with no light which was freezing cold in the winter and stiffling hot in the summer. I was starved alot of times as well. I was not allowed in the living room or kitchen except to clean. My life was such a nightmare that sleep became my only friend.

From the age of 4 until 12 years I have subject on sexual abuse by my adopted brother and later by the new boyfriend of my adopted mother

From 1979 to 1983, I was sexually abused by my father. From 1979 to 1989, I was subjected to verbal, emotional and physical abuse by my alcoholic mother. From 1983 to 1989, I was verbally abused by my father.