My story starts in the year [redacted]. I was [redacted] years old when I arrived at the House [redacted] but we were not very well received...since both the tutor and the older children asked why they had taken us in since we were so ugly...
From that moment on, the physical, mental, and emotional abuse began.
The name of the housedad at that time was Israel Ávalos.
 |
| Israel Avalos |
If I had known that my suffering was going to be the same ordeal as when I was with my supposed parents, I would have rather stayed with child services.
Israel hit the young people a lot back then, but when I arrived he had some kind of obsession with me because every time he saw me he hit me and I'm not talking about with the belt; I mean he made me writhe in pain.
The fear I had was enough that I was always afraid to come home after school. He hit me in horrible ways. Several times when I put my hands up or fell from the pain, he would lift me up by my hair to continue hitting me.
My head hurt a lot because my mother, in a fit of anger, split open my entire scalp from the front to back and to this day it is impossible for me to have my hair tied up due to the pain caused by the memories and scars.
There wasn't a day that didn't hit me. Many times he hit me with a wooden stick, very thick like the leg of a wooden chair, on my hands and head to the point of leaving them purple and swollen.
When his wife treated me with ointments after the beating, she told me this is what I got for misbehaving.
And I'm not going to deny it, I was never an angel, but I was just a girl and it was their job to teach me.
At school, if someone asked about my bruises, I had to say that I had fallen or make something up because if I didn't, I already knew how it would go for me at home.
One night, the property was broken into. Israel thought I lied about it and beat me badly.
The next day he realized they had stabbed our dog.
Once he hit me for not finishing my homework and left me punished in the corner of the patio at night in the cold. Later on he remembered me and came back for me at 5 in the morning.
My safe place were the auxiliary houseparents at that time. Angelica was the name of one of them.
Israel gave himself a reputation for being a fine servant of God, but I always hoped that something bad would happen to him and it did because he lost a leg to cancer. Karma.
After this, came other tutors, Josh and Rachel. I never had problems with them; my life was the best.
The problems showed up with the arrival of Santiago García Carvajal.
 |
| Santiago Garcia Carvajal with a Niños House |
I'm not going to lie, he treated me well, like a father towards his daughter, but something in me told me there was something more because his wife became very jealous and treated me badly. (I had previously been sexually abused by my stepfather and his son.)
One Tuesday night when I was doing an experiment for school while the others were having dinner, I was missing some things for the experiment and Santiago was helping me.
All the sudden he told me that maybe what I needed was upstairs, which is where the girls' and tutors' bedrooms were located.
I really didn't give it a second thought, but I realized he was following me upstairs and right at the first entrance to the first rooms, he started touching my chest, my legs, and my genitals and he started masturbating with me.
When I realized that he was going to penetrate me, I started crying and he quieted me and told me not to cry and that he thought I liked him just as he liked me.
He pushed me, left me alone, and went away. From that day on he treated me badly, calling me ugly and things like that.
After the abuse, I immediately told one of the girls in the house [name redacted] since she took great care of me and I considered her like my mother. She spoke the next day with Dr. Noé and he sent me to get [reacted] to have her present to ask what had happened.
I told him everything and he asked me if I wanted to report it, to which I answered no because he had a son and I didn't want to destroy a family because of me. And it's something I regret. What happened was never spoken of again.
After the change of houseparents and houses because a girl had become pregnant by a boy in the house, they decided to separate the boys and girls. During that time, my "Uncle" Luis was there as a houseparent. I never ever had any problem with him.
After that, several tutors abused me verbally and physically. Among them, Ricardo Peral always told me that I was like a whore because I didn't pay him any [romantic] attention.
At that time I like the son of [employee] and she always insulted me saying that I was just a miserable orphan who could never offer anything to her son. I thought, what could I offer him if I was an 11 year old girl? Several times she even took it out on my [sibling(s)].
Since David Hernandez arrived he was always threatening me (both he and Laura Hernández his sister) saying that he was going to throw me out onto the street. He ordered us to study, work, and pay rent.
It was very tiring and he always threatened to throw us out on the streets if we didn't work and we had to give the rent and other money for a savings account that he kept more than half of.
When he wanted to go to study in the United States he always told me that there was no money when he sent his son.
On one occasion, he accused me of having stolen a certain amount of money from the office when I was working at the offices, money that he himself stole.
I always had problems with Laura and David because they forced me to go to church. I stopped being a believer due to the two-facedness shown by pastors and servants of God.
When they decided to dismantle the women's dormitory, I was the only one they sent with Laura Hernández. She started treating me badly. It should be noted that when I met her, she seemed like a very good person until she became a houseparent. When I went to the house she was in charge of, she came to show her true face.
She would lock me in without eating.
I couldn't get close to the Agape House other than to my room, which was one of those outside.
She withheld meals from me.
She didn't let me come near the girls. If I hung out with them, she treated them badly and even threatened to throw me out on the street. I saw how she slapped [redacted], one of the girls in the house, and she told her that she was just a nobody. She treated [redacted] badly because she hung out with me and we were friends. She always put her down.
One day I just couldn't stand it and I left the house without her noticing. I was gone for like two weeks. When I came back, I only came back for my things because I had already talked to my "Uncle" Steve that I wanted to leave the home because I couldn't take all the abuse anymore.
When I went to get my things, Laura had locked my door like she did when she left me without food and she played pretend and told Steve that she thought she had committed suicide. She didn't even look to see if I was in the room.
I am now a person who simply appears to be happy and well. I have depression, anxiety, and I don't feel happy with myself because of so many insults from houseparents. And I just hope that those who once made me suffer pay for all the damage they did to me. I didn't deserve that kind of treatment.
I came to you for protection and because I wanted a family and the only thing you managed to do was make sure I became very lonely.
I even had nightmares where Santiago and Israel appear. I have PTSD. I can't tie my hair. I have a lot of pain in my head and my heart. They should have protected me more, however they did more damage to me than I already had.
I still haven't overcome anything and every time I remember it I go into depression to the point of wanting to commit suicide.
This is my proof of everything I suffered.
No comments:
Post a Comment