Teardrop Harmony
February 10th, 2012, 11:49 AM
you know how sometimes you hold off from telling someone what happened in your past, well i have held back for long enough.
My name is Taylin. There is more than meets the eye with me. In my pictures i always looks happy but they were all just a front, one i had on while out of the house.
My mother died when i was 14, and whne it happened i dint care why because i knew it wasnt something pleasant. i have my suspicions but you'll understand later why i think my stepfather has something to do with it.
i came home one evening and saw two police cars around my house and one took me into the kitchen and told me that my mother was dead.
you know that horrible numb feeling when you want to hurt and cry but nothing happens? that was one of them. i think part of thi is because 18 months before i rediscovered my brother who was taken into care when i was half a year old. we'd spoke for a for a few months and he came over and was reunited with my mother and I. everything was perfect til his christmas road trip with his college friends. a truck caught his car and he was killed instantly under the front wheel. all the others were critically injured but survived.
these two deaths cause a horrible sickness in my throat everytime i think of them.
now i bet you are all thikning why has she posted her 'heart wrenching attention seeking story' on here. well i'm coming to that. see that is just the background information. that is the emotional pain i was suffering when it started.
once my mother died i was left in the care of my mothers last husband. he never lifted a finger while she was alive, he was a calm contented manand i honestly thought with him looking after me i might just survive loosing my mother (rip).
Funny how you can always be wrong about people.
it started with yelling, everyday everynight he would yell at me telling me i was a weak useless whining piece of crap. i couldn't deal with it i cried aand cut til i felt empty every night.
i thought maybe it will just only ever be verbal. until i had a detention for skipping a class. i came home an hour late knowing the school had phoned home. he was ironing his work shirt for that evening. he didnt say a single word. until i walked out the front room. i felt him press the hot iron onto my back, felt the fabris burn and my skin blister as he told me what was running through his head. he iron luckily wasnt even on when he pressed it on me but it was hot enugh to still scar my skin now.
until i was 16 i endured his beatings from an aray of weapons his favoured weapon was the wires. if i didnt reply quick enough or do something for him he'd wait for me to do something else and strike me repeatedly with eletrical wires.
i have so many other things i could report to you all but they are not worth the tears anymore.
i escaped and he isnt allowed near anyone under 16. but i still cringe when men raise their hands for what ever reason (unviolently) when men are serving in bars or ask to talk to me.
iv put this to say abuse is scarring and always will be for anyone. yes you move on but you never forget.
if you are being abused in any way just GET OUT! report them do something, dont let the memories grow in number
My name is Taylin. There is more than meets the eye with me. In my pictures i always looks happy but they were all just a front, one i had on while out of the house.
My mother died when i was 14, and whne it happened i dint care why because i knew it wasnt something pleasant. i have my suspicions but you'll understand later why i think my stepfather has something to do with it.
i came home one evening and saw two police cars around my house and one took me into the kitchen and told me that my mother was dead.
you know that horrible numb feeling when you want to hurt and cry but nothing happens? that was one of them. i think part of thi is because 18 months before i rediscovered my brother who was taken into care when i was half a year old. we'd spoke for a for a few months and he came over and was reunited with my mother and I. everything was perfect til his christmas road trip with his college friends. a truck caught his car and he was killed instantly under the front wheel. all the others were critically injured but survived.
these two deaths cause a horrible sickness in my throat everytime i think of them.
now i bet you are all thikning why has she posted her 'heart wrenching attention seeking story' on here. well i'm coming to that. see that is just the background information. that is the emotional pain i was suffering when it started.
once my mother died i was left in the care of my mothers last husband. he never lifted a finger while she was alive, he was a calm contented manand i honestly thought with him looking after me i might just survive loosing my mother (rip).
Funny how you can always be wrong about people.
it started with yelling, everyday everynight he would yell at me telling me i was a weak useless whining piece of crap. i couldn't deal with it i cried aand cut til i felt empty every night.
i thought maybe it will just only ever be verbal. until i had a detention for skipping a class. i came home an hour late knowing the school had phoned home. he was ironing his work shirt for that evening. he didnt say a single word. until i walked out the front room. i felt him press the hot iron onto my back, felt the fabris burn and my skin blister as he told me what was running through his head. he iron luckily wasnt even on when he pressed it on me but it was hot enugh to still scar my skin now.
until i was 16 i endured his beatings from an aray of weapons his favoured weapon was the wires. if i didnt reply quick enough or do something for him he'd wait for me to do something else and strike me repeatedly with eletrical wires.
i have so many other things i could report to you all but they are not worth the tears anymore.
i escaped and he isnt allowed near anyone under 16. but i still cringe when men raise their hands for what ever reason (unviolently) when men are serving in bars or ask to talk to me.
iv put this to say abuse is scarring and always will be for anyone. yes you move on but you never forget.
if you are being abused in any way just GET OUT! report them do something, dont let the memories grow in number