I was only 11 years old when my own brother sexually molested me. I don’t know why it happened to me. But after a month, I finally broke down to my mom, and soon my dad came down and asked me what exactly happened. I couldn’t say anything except the areas were he touched me, and the whole time I sat there crying on the couch. After a few weeks, my parents brought me to my brother and all was said to me was, “Sorry.” And until about at least 2 months did my brother and I actually start talking to each other again. It just pains me every day, that I have to live with the fact that I was molested, and that all I ever got out of it was, “sorry.” It’s never affected me until I 13 and I got depressed. Even then, my parents didn’t even realize what was going on in my head. I’m a 10th grader now in high school and each day that passes, I have to think to myself everything I went through and that people don’t even understand anything that’s actually happened to me. 4 years after the incident, I was arguing with my dad and he said, “stop acting like an abused child.” Completely forgetting I was. So my response, while crying hysterically was, “Last time I checked I was an abused child.” and all he could do was look away from me, and I went to my room and he never came in to check on me. I’d love to tell everyone and get it off my chest but I just can’t bring the words out of my mouth. I don’t want my brother in jail, I just want him away from me. The horror of it all is that, I still look at my own brother’s hands, and fear runs through me.
THE PERSON WHO ABUSED ME WAS MY BIG BROTHER. It wasn’t just one night of pain it was about 4 or 5 years of torture. Every night my parents left us alone him babysitting me and he would do weird things to me that i didn’t like but had to put up with. I tried to tell my parents but they didn’t believe me and told me “stop telling lies your brother could get hurt if the wrong person hears that” and its been like that my whole life they always seem to stick up for him and not for me its like they don’t care about me. The worst part is they told everyone i was lying and it hurts so much because i’m an outcast in my family and community but, i do have a few close friends who believe me and my story. The day I turn 18 is the day I will ‘TAKE BACK THE NIGHT’.
I was 10 years old when I was raped twice by two of my best friends. Held at gun point.Three years later I was put in a hospital for other medical reasons,And then I told them what had happen to me. They told the authority. But it was to late by then. Because the night it happened the guys moved.And the people stopped looking for them, I told them where they moved to but they did not listen.But i’m NOT staying quiet NO more!!!