I was raped for 6 years in my childhood from ages 6-12 by my step dad. Everyday I deal with flashbacks, nightmares, and the way my mom does not believe me. I had to face this alone until I met a wonderful counselor at VRC; she is helping me cope with all of this. I remember all the beatings, Sexual intercourse, and the violence I went through. Yes, it does hurt. I know the feeling having to face it all alone. If it was not for my therapy, I would not be able to cope everyday. She is my savior and my angel and I have to thank her so much. I was beaten and not only raped by my step dad but by his friends also. Yes, it is humiliating. I do not know what to do besides cry, scream, make myself sick and blame me for all of it.
by Dollbaby7 on 29 Sep 2003
When I met my wife, she had just come out of a 3 years relationship in which she was brutally abused both physically and mentally (in her teens).... Soon after we met she joined the Air force and was raped twice during her enlistment (one was my best friend and happened while I was in the hospital)...I did not become aware of this until long after the fact due to her fear of repercussions from the military. Since admitting it she has been hospitalized 4 times and went through 2 weeks of ECT's. Every day is a battle for us and our three kids but it's one well worth fighting. I'm sorry to all who have suffered this fate that seems to occur all too often and I hope you all find the strength to go on. Thank you for this opportunity to speak my peace.
by Jason on 25 Sep 2003
I have been sexually molested by a neighbor at the age of 6, and molested by my grandmother at 7. I watched my mom and dad fight and threaten to kill eachother. By age 11, I was molested by my brother. I became very bitter and scared to trust anyone. I am still battling this. I married an abusive man and stayed with him for 10 years.
I have 2 children who I love and don't want anything to happen to. I was diagnosed with PTSD. I dont know how to trust and I do have a lot of self worth problems.
by Monica on 12 Sep 2003
All of my life I have been living with depression and I never knew why. I am 21 years old and I feel 100 years old. My mother was killed by a drunk driver when I was very young and since then my memories have been choppy and distorted - more than likely the act of a small child wishing for her mother back. At any rate, I was around 7 or 8 and I wanted to spend the night at my cousin's house. So I called and asked. He said I could if I would have sex with him. Being a young child I had no idea what he was talking about. So I agreed and went over there. After all the lights were out he crawled into the top bunk of the bed I was in and pulled down my pants. I don’t remember all the details due to my smeary memory but I do know that I was raped by my own cousin and for all these years I never could knew. I have spiraled into depression because I love my cousin because he is family yet I hate him for doing what he did to me. I was a child and he used me. We are not that far apart in age. Some may say that it was an innocent act of a child but it was not and I can never forgive him for that. I am trying to find the courage to speak out about it as I have told no one but myself and this website. I can’t believe I didn’t remember something like this but I am glad to have websites like these to help me through it.
by Brigidd on 5 Sep 2003
I was sexually assaulted 4 years ago. I never told anyone or trusted anyone for years afterward. Then I met my fiancé, who showed me unconditional love and friendship without ever asking for anything in return. He earned my trust, and when our relationship became serious I told him about my experience. I thought he would stop loving me. I thought he would run for the hills and not look back, but he has only loved me more.
Then a few months ago, my family revealed to me that I had been physically and sexually abused as a child. I had memories of this happening, but I thought they were just memories of nightmares.... again, I thought my fiancé would leave me when I told him, but somehow he has remained with me and been patient with me as I've tried to heal.
God has been slowly showing me His love through these experiences, and He has used my fiancé in more ways than I can count to keep me sane. I've been trying to get over my own past. I hope to someday help others who have been through this nightmare... I don't know if I will ever feel normal again, but slowly I'm beginning to feel more like a Survivor, and less like a victim.
by Belle on 1 Sep 2003
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