Stereotypes Of Child Abuse

What is the typical outcome for abused children? Children that grow up angry, taking their pain out on the world. Do they turn to drugs to cope with the pain, or maybe they become self-deprecating. The normal outcome of years of abuse is to have a feeling of worthlessness, and when you feel worthless it is difficult to want to do anything productive. I suffered 16 years of abuse inflicted upon me by my mother. You would think that I am an angry person, or maybe even an extremely depressed person, but I'm actually the opposite. Children of abuse can grow up to become happy people, full of life and joy it just takes the right circumstances.

Looking at me you would have never known what I was going through every day at home. None of the stereotypes
I would be berated with cuss words and derogatory terms for not doing the smallest of tasks whether that was not doing the dishes, waking her up from her naps, or just watching what she thought was too much television. It grew and grew until I would be thrown down stairs, punched and slapped in the face, and kicked out of the house on a regular basis. All things that continued into my High school life. In High school is when things got bad because I was now old enough and grown up enough to take care of my siblings. My mom would disappear for days at a time leaving me with my two younger siblings, acting as a surrogate mother in a way. When she would return she would be angry and abusive, beating me until I was crying and bleeding. At the time I didn’t know why, but later on learned my mother had a slew of mental issues. My mother had personality dissociative disorder, bipolar disorder, and a gambling problem. All of these things contributed to the monster that she became over the
We were homeless living in the car and attending school in the Hoquiam school district. I would get out of school and wait for my mother in the front of the school. Sometimes it would take my mother anywhere from one hour to two to come and get me. This day, in particular, I waited for three hours before walking to a family member's home and was surprised to see my two younger siblings there as well. We slept there for two days before a missing person order was filed with the Hoquiam police station for my mother. During the search for my mother, my aunt decided that us children deserved a stable life and began the process of gaining custody of the three of us. It was successful and she was granted temporary guardianship before they even found my mother. They located my mom at the bus stop she was confused and dazed, and unable to remember who she was or even that she had children. She spent two weeks in a mental hospital where they determined she was faking the memory loss and had been gambling the whole time. She had abandoned us and at that moment the order went through and my aunt was granted permanent custody of me and my two siblings. The best thing that could have possibly ever happened to