I was severly physically abused as a child, for almost 4 years. (to be clear it was not sexual abuse/molestation, nor was it at the hands of my parents, or family), but I got my ass kicked daily by my babysitter....in ways that would make an grown man shutter, make you nautious if you saw it. Only someone else who has been though it can undrstand it. I would be chased around and hit with a baseball bat or a boom stick, I would be thrown down the stairs (granite stairs no less, then a landing, then another set) She used to lock us in the closet for the whole day, No food (she never fed is anyway)but also no light, no water and no place to sit. This was also where she kept all the halloween costumes, pretty frightieng for a 6 year old in the dark. We could'nt cry because if she opened that door it wold be even worse than if we ust suffered in there and kept out mouth shut. I saw her get in pull a butcher knife and go after her son....in the melee they knocked my down the setps and split my eye open. I won't bore you with all every experience but one incident in particular I remember like it was yesterday. My sister was now being watched by the same babysitter. I was ....6-ish so she was about 2. Here it is 26 years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday(wierd how that happens) but my sister wouldnot stop crying. THe babysitter told her to stop (we called the babysitter "Auntie", I don't know why, she wasn't my aunt) I could tell she was about to start bawling so I snuck out of my nap room and tried to rock her and begger her to stop crying but it was no use. Well Auntie came back and saw me and she went into her sons room and got his belt. I remember it so clearly, I chased her in there begging not to hit me and she grabbed the belt that was laying on a desk right beside an unsolved rubiks cube. the belt had a metal pittsbugh steelers buckle on it and she beat me with it, she beat me with the buckel end. As I was running frantically arounnd the house trying to get away, I ran downstairs to try to get outside and runaway but she had the door locked in a funny way and I coldn't unlock it. So I ran the rest of the way down the staris now where the was no place to hide but I was running so hard and frantically I ran right ito an open doorway and split my head open and knocked mysef out The babysitter told my parents I fell off the swings. To he fair to my parents