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girl getting raped 3 chachatww 31,642 views them fighting again...crazy as eva
girl getting raped 2 chachatww 2,633 views da same peoples again going crazy..lol
Horney chachatww 89 views Diz iz my friend cece...playing then a going crazy!!!!
shaking ass chachatww 650 views we up in paino class bored...so i played a song i made...and she dances to it...she always dances to it...lol.. to see da real dancing go to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUAQLk...
ankle sprain chachatww 105 views im doing a monkey dance...i waz bored nad wanted to do sumin crazy....enjoy.....when i fall at the end i hurtted my ankle...but its still funny...srry for bad lighting...it...
gang rape chachatww 2,456 views me and my friends r gonna try 2 put videos on here.....weekly... this video is a play fight not real......who do u think won??!??!!!!??!?!.....rate the video and add com...
I was abused and i'm helping others!!! chachatww 15,761 views I was abused and i have this video to help others!!!! chachat_shay_williams@yahoo.com here it my story longer: Wow, Im Ble...
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my stuffed lion giving birth to a bear chachatww 4,414 views this is my stuffed lion giving birth to a bear. i got this idea from a doctor from my school...this is teen week. go to: http://www.metarl.com/register.php?referral=fungurl30

About chachatww

I'm here to help all of those who have been mentally or physically abuse. I too have be abused and my story is below.

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Aug 28, 2011

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Oct 28, 2007

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Wow, Im Blessed

When we are young, we dont think about the things we do and how others take them into their consideration. Most memories are too difficult to remember, not that they are too far in the past, it just the pain and the suffering is too unbearable to remember.
As being born into an abusive life, I think differently about things. I think the least painful things are much more than they seem, like a simple belt whooping. Also, the way parents or others care. Its not about love its about show some TLC and having a shoulder for a scared one to lay on. From the youngest to the young to the oldest to old we all need someone, but like me, we had no one only ourselves. We can only hope and think that there was a future for us to grasp on too.
I would wake up at the crack of dawn wondering if the pain, the beatings will stop soon or will there be any relief. Getting dress would be a struggle; I would be criticized and hit for wearing something I had chosen to wear or if I had put something on wrong. Eating was also a challenge. Although we had something to eat it wasnt enough for my young fragile body. I was lacking so much nutrition. We had a very good education, which was a surprise to me, because I would expect nothing much more than I already had. I dont remember practically much of my education, but I knew that I would go home knowing much more every day. Dinner was excellent to me, because mainly take a walk to McDonalds and get something to eat. That little burger was a feast to me. After eating, came another difficulty, I would get poked, stabbed with a fork over and over again. This wasnt my only worry, it was the lighter.
My hands were scorched with a cigarette lighter over and over times again for no reason or cause. The intense heat would leave painful blisters on my tiny hand. The baths were the worst of them all. I just wanted to stay dirty; it was better than a being clean and its safer to me. I would take baths with my little brother and when I did, he always made a mess in the tube; I was punished for his actions. My head would be forced under the soapy dirty water to drown me for the punishment. The only comfort I had was of one of my older sister. She always to care of me the most and made sure I had a reassuring bath. O, how I wish she was my mother back then.
Those where not the only times. Another one, which from time to time I wonder why it happen the way it did, was when my mother told me to watch after my brother. My brother is very sneaky when it comes to not being watched, had taken everything from the refrigerator. I watched and I tried to stop him with all my might, not for him to do what he was trying to accomplish. I stood thinking of what type of beating will happen this time. We where both whipped for hours leaving the most visible scars, but I never gave up hope, I knew God was with me. The day came, a miracle rose upon us on a bright sunny spring day. Our neighbor heard our screams and pleads and she called social services.
I think about how life it different from person to person. Life can be hard; it can be easily, but either way most people give up easily. But I didnt, I keep on moving even through the worst of worst. I got adopted and it stopped. I still think to this day, Wow, Im blessed!