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’.
Was sexually molested by my step father of 9 years only 6 weeks ago… i told right away but this event has turned my life upside down… i try to stay strong and keep telling my self that i shouldn’t let this man make me become a different person… my step father after finding out i called the police tried to commit suicide and when he was found he on his death bed but he survived. So much change is going on in a result of this and i have good days and i have days where i just can’t think and function.. he was a father to me because my own father has never been there for me but i guess he was not a good father either. my friends, family and school have given me so much support but its hard because they don’t understand what im going through and what it was like for this to happen to me. going through this is toough and but i hope that every girl that goes through this gets help and tells someone… no matter how long and difficult the court prosses let the man live through the pain and there is lots of help out there… and also i think that the healing process is a long one so no matter what other people say about how you should feel you should take as long as you need to heal… i know that the path ahead of me is a long one but i try as hard as i can to just get through the day for now..
When I was about 5 or 6 my moms friends older daughter forced me and her little brother to hav sex together.At the time i truely didnt kno what sex was and once I found out what it ment.I was really frighted about getting in trouble by my mother so i waited 10 years for her to find out I hope no one waits as long as i did because it ruined my whole life because i waited soo long for her to find out and then its was way too late to press any charges against the girl that did that to me
When I was a young girl, about 7 years old, my cousin, “Jen” and I were being molested by our older cousin, “Eric”. We both loved him but he wouldnt stop and “Jen” and I didnt know what to do. We knew that we should tell our parents but it was too hard so we just kept quiet. after a while it just got to be too much for “Jen” and I so she told her parents and her parents told mine. She thought i would be mad at her but i was really relieved that i didnt have to say it. And now we dont ever see “Eric” again. and im glad that we’ve learned to speak up about what’s bothering us.
When i was about 8 when i used to go over my great-grandfather and great-uncle’s house after school, they would pick me up and i would do my homework. One day after picking me up, i was sexually assaulted by my great-uncle, i didnt really understand what was going on, He made me swear i would not tell anyone. I didnt understand how wrong it was until about three years later. By then my great-uncle had moved out of the state.
Well it all starts out with my cousin molesting me when i was 11 then another cousin does the same thing when im 12 then raped when im 16.
When I was eight years old, my oldest brother sexually assaulted me for two years. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t do anything to stop it because it was all I knew. One day before my mom left, I asked her not to go because I didn’t want to be alone with him in the house. She asked why and I finally told her. His defense was that it wasn’t just one-sided, but I didn’t know what else to do but let him do it. Things got awkward after that, but now he doesn’t even speak with us, has a wife and kid and is just fine, i suppose. When i told my mother that, i felt like i lost 300 pounds of non-physical weight. So speak up and start saying this slogan to yourself and others: Lift the Weight; Don’t Wait.
When I was in sixth grade, my brother started sexualy harassing me. Finally one day, he was successful with rape. It was horrible. I hate it so much and I can never think of him the same now. But I have moved on from that, and it made me stronger, and able to handle more things.
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.