I was nine, and living with my grandparents. My grandfather would rape me everyday before my grandmom got home, and when I said no, he would beat me. Sometimes he would come into my room at night while I was sleeping and pin me to my bed while he raped me. This went on for 4 years, and no one ever noticed. I honestly believed that I was unloveable, because someone who loved me would stop the pain. Then someone reported it to CPS, and he left my life. I’m still having some problems related to it, like I still don’t trust people very much, and I’m afraid to be touched by anyone at times. But its better than it ever was, and I’m grateful.
I was attending an all expenses paid camp for civics literacy, my dream is to study political science in college, and this was my chance to get prepared. It was an honor. That is until I met “Daniel.” He sexually assaulted me on the last night of the camp, when we had a graduation ceremony and discussed our futures… I got home. I felt numb. He never spoke to me that morning when we left. He knew what he did. he got away with it. The DA’s office didn’t believe me. The DA told my mom that she thought I made it up because I didn’t want to tell my boyfriend I cheated on him. If she only knew…
I lived in ny last year and i was walking home from my schools football game as i walked i heard “‘Marissa,’ wait up”; and i turned around it was my friend “Rachel,” she said get home there’s some people that was just talking about you, I’m going to walk you home just in case they want to start something… by that point she was a block away running and sorta out of breathe i told her im fine that she doesn’t need to worry and she turned around then a man knocked me out and dragged me into the church … when i woke up the man was on top of me with us both naked. i couldn’t move, i was tied to the benches ..he raped me…… i never told anyone when my dad asked about the bruises i told him me and my friends were pretending to fight and sum jerk jumped in and hit me and he believed me.
I was 12 years old when this happened. And it destroyed me. My parents were divorced. My mother had been seeing this guy, “Mark ” for about four years. So she thought it was time to let us meet his kids. He has two kids. One teenage boy, two years older than me. And one teenage daughter about to graduate high school. “Mark’s” sons name is “Travis”. One day when “Travis” was with his dad at my house he made a move on me. I was so numb, I didn’t know what to think. Really, I thought it was a one time thing.But it keep happening.. Often. One time he pinned me down and went down my pants. I remember calling my best friend and crying to her after it happened. I put up with this for a little over a month, until I worked up the strength to tell him not to touch me. *This destroyed my relationship with my dad. I hated him so much for not being there, and not protecting me. I started getting deeply depressed, and started cutting myself, started drinking, taking random pills, anything to make me feel better. And I never did feel better. Now my mom asks me why i’m so “mean” to him. And I still can’t tell her the truth. I wish I told her, I wish I told someone. I was so alone, and then I started pushing people away. It’ll never be the same, and i know that now. So now i’ll tell anyone, Breaking the silence is the only way to make people see, and listen. And for all the young girls or boys this affects their not alone. And they shouldn’t have to feel like they are.
When i was in the 7th grade i was attacked by a guy from my grade in my local middle school. he threatened me and all i could do was sit there because he had me pinned against a wall. he then tried to rape me. it seemed like hours i was in that bathroom, turns out it was only minutes. i was so relived when one of my friends heard him talking and came into the bathroom. he saved me from a lot of things that could still effect me today. i still feel bad for not fighting him back. and there isn’t a day that goes by that i don’t think about it.