Wifely Duties and Baseball Bats: Morgan Dawn’s Story
HA note: The author’s name has been changed to ensure anonymity. “Morgan Dawn” is a pseudonym.
Trigger warnings: rape, extreme physical abuse.
At the age of 3, I was adopted by a Navy couple.
Life was great for about 6 weeks, when they adopted a baby boy. That was when the horror began.
I was pushed aside, because I was “just a girl.” By the time I was 10, the couple had 3 biological kids, on top of myself and the other adopted boy. My adopted mother had lots of health issues, so she was either pregnant or sick.
My adopted father decided that since his wife wasn’t able to perform her “wifely duties,” that job would fall to me. The rapes were a weekly occurrence from then on. When I went to a DOD school official, my family decided that the “safest” thing for me was to be homeschooled. After all, I was a pathological liar.
Right there, my life changed.
They started reading everything they could about “To Train Up a Child” and proper disciplines for “obstinate children.” Drop a glass on the floor? I had to stand on that glass until my feet were bleeding badly. Slam a door? My hands were slammed in doors until I couldn’t help but pass out from pain.
I would sneak out of the house to see my boyfriend at night. One thing led to another, and by 13 I was pregnant. The father was killed in a drive-by shooting when I was 6 months along. I managed to hide the pregnancy (my adoptive father was on deployment to the Middle East, so no one was close enough to tell) until he got home. He wanted sex, and I said no.
O, the pain that “no” would cost me.
He took a baseball bat to my body for hours. By the time the paramedics were called, I was hanging by a thread, and in preterm labor. They said I’d never walk or talk again. My daughter was given (without my permission) to a family “friend” who let her drown in a pool on her 6th birthday.
Homeschooling hid everything.
No one really saw me anyways, so not seeing me at all because I was in body casts didn’t alert anyone. When my face had to be reconstructed for the 2nd time, everyone was told that my biological family had passed on defects that needed fixed. Schooling was “Here’s a book, read it and be prepared to debate on it”, but if the debate wasn’t “right” I’d get beat. It was hell.
By 18, I was ready to leave. By then, there were 10 kids total, and I was expected to sacrifice college to take care of them all. I couldn’t. So, one night, I left and never looked back. I’m now forbidden to talk to anyone in the family.
They were all told that all I was was a whore who left because I was pregnant.
I moved out of state with the help of a few friends that had known me before I was pulled from school. Apparently I was the only reason for homeschooling, as the other kids are all back in school. I was the evil sinner who needed punished. And now, I love that title.
At least this “evil sinner” is now living life the way she wants. I’m currently in school for Social Work, living with my biological mother, engaged to a wonderful man, and happy. The happy is so strange, but I like it.
There is hope out there.