Abused Child: When did someone first try and help

I grew up at a time when child abuse laws did not really exists or were just coming into existence. Few would ever help or even notice that a child was abused for that matter.

These stories were shared with me this morning.

I had an odd dream early this morning, but all I remember is that I had bought my Grandma's car. Glenda tells me it's because I miss her and wish that I had appreciated her more while she was alive. My Grandma was one of the only people that loved me as a kid.... but not the only one! This dream led to a sharing of memories by Glenda.

4th Grade - Host is Glenda, Gracie is External Watcher.
Glenda's teacher loved her. She could tell that I was abused at home. I was angry, scared, timid and did not know how to be around people of any age. I was often bruised and hurt. She had no clue that I had what was then known as Multiple Personality Disorder or that I was Glenda and had blond hair, instead of black hair like tylas. The father always saw her hair as pitch black even though it was really dark brown. It was like he was not really seeing her. Glenda never told her teacher of the abuse, but she did say that she could not tell about her Father or her pet dog would be killed. She did not say this, but also feared her Mother's threats. That she would leave and take her siblings and leave her alone with the Father if she told of the Mother's abuse. Glenda felt love and caring from this wonderful teacher, and that made the rest much easier to deal with. Glenda would not say she was abused, so the teacher could never get her help.

5th Grade - Jennifer is Host, Gracie is Watcher
Jennifer listens to this story and has one of her own to tell. She was host in 5th grade. She was in the same school where Glenda went to for 4th grade and where that loving teacher was. Glenda's 4th grade teacher must have talked to Jennifer's 5th Grade teacher, because she loved her and tried to take care of her. Jennifer would not tell of the abuse, just like Glenda, but they did something that cause the family to flee to a big city in Utah where the body went to school for half a year in 6th grade before the family again fled the state. Jennifer has very warm feelings for both her 4th and 5th grade teachers - she felt loved. Jennifer looks much more like tylas than Glenda. Jennifer has dark brown hair, almost black - but it's not black. She has blue eyes instead of green, but she is athletic and strong like tylas. She is full of anger and fear. She wants to lash out and hurt people and at the same time she wants to crawl into a warm space and just stay there forever - so she does not have to deal with any feelings or pain again.

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Thank you for sharing. Teachers can really make a difficult homelife easier for a child.

Personally, the only one who cared to notice or were troubled was my teachers. As soon as they started to rattle the cage, I was up and moved. Soon ran out of schools in our district, so off to the next one, to start over. Never spent more than a year at one school (mostly), except when I had trouble with an occasional teacher, who on at times liked to goad the class to chant "megan is stupid" or something like that, those schools I was forced to stay in the full year. And high school I was kept in, but my sisters were moved because it was too dangerous for them, so they went to private school, and I went to the ghetto(the kids were nice once I 'hired' a thug, I gave him my lunch for protection). Food was a common commodity there, as other stuff I wouldn't trade. =.= .no.way.

I remember when I was in pre-k/daycare, my mom threw me out of the car half naked, next I remember watching my teacher scream at me, 'what did you mother do? Is she hurting you?' I was sobbing so hard, I never answered. I just wanted clothes.

Another time, around 4th grade, I remember being pulled out of class, and a lady, and two men in the room watching, while she was asking me about beer. I thought she was testing my IQ because mom always said my teachers thought I was so stupid, she had to move me to another school so they wouldn't put me in special ed. I'll have to talk to Little and Charlie about school. Or 6 & 9, they said they've been watchers since the beginning, maybe we can find more happy moments. Thanks!

Thank you both for sharing- teachers can be great, but man they can be just as bad.
For me, the only people who ever noticed were 1 or 2 family members and a boyfriend of my mothers. When they discovered what was happening they left. I was told they left because I was a little bitch and they hated me. I found out after my my mother died that they left because of her abuse. I guess they never thought to stay and help. People are funny when it comes to this stuff.

While I was not physically/sexually abused I think a lot of my teachers in 8th grade suspected it, because of my shy demeanor and weird ways. I too didn't go to a school for more than one year until I got to 10th grade, since that's when my mom was legally obligated to remain in the same state. Although it was more about getting me away from my Dad (the better parent)that she moved us all over...

I remember one day in 8th grade being sent to the guidance counselor's office and asked if I wanted to show them any bruises or if I was happy at home. I remember she was really sweet and asked me if I wanted to roll up my sleeves. But I remember being extremely snotty and just saying no, and talking about how happy I was at home and how my parents(mom and stepdad) were great. When I got home I bragged to my mom about how I had "stuck up for her." I seem to remember her always getting mad and saying I didn't stick up for her, so now I was proud I actually had. I didn't have any bruises to show, but boy did I have emotional scars that were showing already.

-- Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:27 am --

boopsy26 wrote:teachers can be great, but man they can be just as bad.

ditto to that...a lot of my 8th grade teachers egged on the bullying.

Lol I can't believe I forgot the biggest one...When I was 10 I was estranged from my Dad as the result of a big court battle where they were trying to find out if my mom was brainwashing me and my sister to disclose sexual abuse. Psychologists and courts and social workers. But my mom got out of all her court ordered interviews somehow. Even when there was a warrant for her arrest for not complying the cops came to our house but didn't arrest her. Anyways, pretty much everyone involved thought we were being psychologically and emotionally abused and brainwashed. No way they could prove this though...