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My name is Tyreeon. I'm a 17 year old female made up of African and Honduran descent. I wanted to discuss a topic amongst many topics that I have had trouble with, and I'm sure others have; abuse. Not just mental, but physical as well. Today we are focusing on the physical.
For fourteen years I was abused by my own mother. My father was constantly in and out of penitentiary, so he was barely there, but when he was, it gave me joy. My mom was always there. Man after man, job after job, hit after hit, I went through it all. Is it bad to despise your mother? Well, I do. She'd hit me with anything she could find. The day I left was December 3, 2017. She told me to stand in the corner with my arms out, as if I was three years old. I had to do this, because I had cleaned out an oil burer the wrong way. I told her I was tired of standing there like an object, and I wasn't going to do it.
That had made her mad. She started hitting me. Degrading me. Bringing up our past issues. I admit, I have done wrong. I'm a child, it's a part of growing up. Not to mention my mom was not a stable human being herself. She threw pasta noodles at me, hit me with broom sticks, threw me against walls. I hit her back finally. I-I felt empowered. Scared of my own mother for so long, I hit her back. It's not a good thing to be proud of, but if you were in my shoes you would understand. Later that night I packed two suit cases, and walked forty minutes down the highway to a friends house. I was leaving her drama, and her abuse. I finally felt like I was taking control. I had left the bull crap that had caused most of my depression.
When I got there, his family called my great grandma, and they came and got me. I've been living with them ever since. It's May 11, 2019. Almost two years since this has happened. I still have depression. But, I'm free from her abuse. Free from her screaming, free from seeing men in and out the house that were not my father. Free from her, and everything that deals with her.
I still see her around in the city. New Orleans is very small. I never speak, and I never make myself noticed. I just want to live life to the fullest, without being abused and degraded by the woman that gave birth to me. I'm going to do just that.
Thanks for reading everyone.