Hi folks here is a story of child abuse and molestation sent in from one of our readers. You will recall the two post that I posted about family disconnection. There are spiritual explanations why everything happens in life, however hard it is to deal with, the answer is always, WHY?. Here is the Story of Anna, and I am so happy that she wanted me to share because someone can read this and be more careful and focus on their child OR children. We gain wisdom through experience, but it does not have to be YOUR experience, it can be someone else’s.
Hi Obara Meji
my name is Anna Marie Bell but i more like people calling me ANNA, rather than Anna I was born in St. Catherine Jamaica, my mom had her first child by my father when she was 13 go on 14 but he died and then she had me when she was 15, my father loved is little boy so he didn’t really look at me. When my bother died something inside him died too. Mom told me when I was little everyone loved me and wanted to keep me.
She even told me this white Lady wanted to adopt me and I ask her why she didn’t gave me away and she said my father said she killed one child and now she want to give way the other so she didn’t, I never had a birthday party my mom said I did when I was one but who gonna remember that? and they didn’t even take no picture of me none , she gonna tell me that wasn’t out back then when she had a big ass baby pic of her on her wall over her bed.
In Jamaica my mom had a big house that my great-grandmother left her when she died my mom had her own room and so did I and she rented out the other rooms to people my mom was a teenager had a house for her self ,my mom is a very when i say very I clean very clean person you could see year face in her floor that’s how clean she is.
I was a person that loved to walk , I could walk for hour, and I loved school even tho I didn’t know how to read I knew how to do my work. I was a very happy person and till my cousin Nicki came to live with us she use beat me everyday day for no reason she could just see me sitting in my room and hit me in the head with something for no reason I felt like it’s because her man beats her she takes it out on me whenever she see me around I told my mom but she really didn’t really say nothing….
I remember one night when I was sleeping I felt something moving under my sheet touching me up and down my private part there he was my cousin Riccardo molested me in my sleep I didn’t know what to do should I tell my mom or not I didn’t even know how this grown man got in my room in the first place and my door was locked. I got up outta bed and I wenT in my mom room but she was sleeping and her boyfriend was in there with her so I just went back in my room. When I went in he was gone, i was 5years old at that time . So I sat down on the bed till morning come and then I told my mom what happened and then I hear her cursing him out she told me that they wanted to kill him but she save his life cause my grandmother was there and she didn’t want her to witness it and plus they would be the one to bury him cause he didn’t have any other family…..
I remember one night me and my mom when to my great grand uncle house and my mom was talking to him for a lil bit and my mom had ask if she could borrow is radio gun so we could listing to music and he gave it too her so me and my mom went down the road to check her friend and they was they for while talking until her friend told her go home and mind something happen to you cause it was very dark out so me and my mother started walking walking and then suddenly my mom stop right by this old shop right by our house she saw two men with gun I couldn’t see them because it was so dark……
it was so dark I could see anything all I could hear was my mom saying don’t shoot my daughter don’t shoot my daughter I didn’t see the guys that she was talking to when I hear the first shot my mom told me to run and I started running and running,running and I heard another shot till i pissed on myself.
I starting crying and crying, crying crying till I see lisa and Tisha walking up the street I kept saying my mom got shot! my mom got shot! my mom got shot! it was like they didn’t even care they just kelp on walking. I couldn’t stop crying I cried the hold night. I went to my cousin house that night…….
she ask me what was wrong but I couldn’t speak because I was in so much temper I couldn’t stop crying. I stayed at my cousin for a lil bit and till my Aunt maria came to get me and took me to the hospital where my mom was I was soooo scared to touch her or go near her I felt like was gonna hurt her if I touch her. They told me that my next door neighbor help her. She said that my mom crawl over the fences to her house…….after my mother got better we went to live with her boyfriend long story short after a while living there my mom left to America and leave me with him that when things got worst she thought she could trust this man leaving me there with him. I remember one time before I move to live with him when I was sleeping and him and my mom was having sex right next to me, I remember one a them say she sleeping…..like that make it right having sex while am in the room, so after they was done and leave the room I got up and this nigga look thru the wIndow and wink at me……
Anyways after my mom left to America the man brin how many woman over there and when my mom send money for me he would always gamble it off. After while he would call me in his room and tell me take all my clothes off he had this big mirror in his bed room that he let me bend over and he would watch me for hours and till he tells me to go then after a while he would have sex with me and told not tell, every one this man was a gun man plus he make guns them times I didn’t really know what the word rape means and till i got to America every time my mom would call and ask if everything was okay and I would say yeah because I was afraid cause this was the man that she left me with, no one else so really didn’t know what to do so one day my mom and tell me to pack my things and go stay with my cousin the one I stay with when she got shot. I stay with for her and one day she see me hitching my private part and she took me to the doctor and said how she something was wrong with me, she told me some crazy story just for me to tell her what was going on with me so finally told her what happened and then the next day everybody in Jamaica knew about it, a mob of people came down on him the man was killed which I really wish I didn’t hear about it because somebody died with him that day that shouldn’t have and that still sit with me up to this day. Living with my cousin was hell but as always when my mom call I would say am okay every time my mom would send money for they would use it and whatever they wanted to do with it…
I remember one time before my mom left to America when I was sleeping and my cousin was passing on the bed she burned me with iron and told mom that I burn her first up to this day I still have triangle mark on my hand from where she burn me……………anyway after while living with my cousins I move to stoneyhill to live with my cousin Hadean and her mother and son its was the same treatment I got from when I use live with my other cousins every time my mom send money for me she would use it fi build up her house or buy things to do people nails, her mother man every night he would come to my bed talking about him want me and a whole lot of other things so I always use to tell this lady what he would say to me at night. Its like everywhere I go it follow me I felt cursed, didn’t know why this shit kept happening to me…………..they comfront the man about it and tell him to stop bother me and my cousin ask me if I wanted the same thing to happen to him that had happen to my mom boyfriend and I said nooooo. I hated drama and I hated violence just wanted him to go away and leave me alone, after a while living there I move to my cousin name daughter house a cousin I never knew about she was old anything I ask for she would give because my mother sent her money and she didn’t need my moms money cause she got her own she was living good and she alway played the lotto like crazy. I lived with her and till this lady from America came to get me and I went to live with in America with her, I thought coming here was gonna be great I had thought anything, coming from the life I have WOULD GET BETTER I know it just got worst………THATS ANOTHER STROY I HAVE TO TELL YOU NEXT TIME