My older brother started forging dad's checks for his drugs. He forced so many it added up in the thousands of dollars - no sure how many thousands. Mom got the cancelled checks in the mail. I was walking up the basement steps and she had the cancelled checks in her hand. She accused me of doing it, knowing it was my brother who had done it. I denied it, cause I DIDNT do it! Well, she kicked me down the stairs for it. I knew she knew who really did it, cause she told me afterwards. I didn't even know where she kept the checks. I wasn't on drugs. But, mom would do those things all the time, beat me KNOWING I was innocent. She would later tell me she knew it wasn't me again, but that she was sure I did something wrong to deserve what I got.
My older brother got into drugs when he was 10. He started out with pot and drinking, so did my older sister. But my brother got violent. He would come home in the middle of the night all drugged up and beat on me and my younger brothers and sister. Once, he kicked my door open in the middle of the night so hard the doorknob put a big hole in my wall. He then ran to my bed, picked me up by my throat and started choking me. Mom tried to stop him. So, he threw me out my window, and went after one of my younger brothers. Mom called the police. I was a punching bag alot for my older brother. He punched on me a lot. I feel that he was treating me the way my parents were treating him. Out of all 6 of us kids, me and my older brother got the worst, but out of me and my older brother, I got beat the worst, and most often.
Dad's beatings were usually when I showed any type of emotion or cried. He would let mom beat me for so long, then make her stop, telling her "she's had enough, you're going to kill her!" But, he waiting a long time before it came to that usually.
One day while in 10th grade, two boys called me. I didn't know them. There were 6 kids in our family, and our phone number got around pretty fast. Well, while on the phone with the second boy, mom grabbed the phone away from me, started beating me with it, calling me a whore and slut and everything. But, my older and younger sister both could receive phone calls from boys and it was great. I couldn't understand why it was ok for them and not me to get phone calls from boys. Why it made me a slut and whore and not them.
My older brother's friends would sometimes talk to me on my walk home from school. They would be coming to our house to visit Craig. Or, they would ask me where Craig was or something. Mom always found out about that, too. Slapped across the face first, then the words that cut right through my heart started. Then, that lead into beating me all over my body, cause I "looked guilty". I wasn't guilty of anything wrong, I was terrified.
My older brother would pick his nose and shove it in my mouth. When we were at grandpa's, he would do it, too. I would get upset, then either mom or dad would spank me as they called it. But what it actually was were beatings. Dad used the belt. It left bleeding welts on me. Mom did too when she used the belt. It just burned and stung. I would hyperventilate from it. Then get beat till I stopped that. I hyperventilated a lot from beatings when I was real small, until we learned not to move a muslce or even breathe when getting beat.
