It's 2 days until my 30th birthday and I'm just now dealing with this head on. After a failed marriage and 2 suicide attempts I finally realized I need to deal with this.
I was adopted by a family at the age of 8 but this began before they adopted me. My "mother" was and alcoholic who physically and mentally abused me. My "father" physically, mentally and sexually abused me. This lasted until I finally left at age 18 and pressed charges. I had run away before but was always taken back home because I was a minor and wouldn't say I was being abused in front of my "parent". I finally stopped running away and trying to tell people because no one did anything and when my "parents" found out the abuse was worse. The sexual abuse started out as a "gameĒ In the end, he said if I told any one I would go to jail. I told him to stop, but he didn't. It just got worse and more frequent. In the end, it was every day.
My "father" went to jail for corruption of a minor for 5 years because he got a plea bargain, my mother got nothing. I tried to patch things up with my "mother" but she blamed me for her problems. She also said I must have asked my "father" to do those things to me. I haven't spoken to her since.
It's really hard to talk about the sexual abuse. But I know if I'm to be a good mother to my children, I need to heal.
by Alexison 5 May 2005
It all started when I started to mature and my friend told me that my teacher was hitting on me during class. He would stare down my shirt and when I bent over and he would slap me on my butt as well.
My mother worked three jobs so she was never around and my dad had died, so my principal was like a dad to me. He was also my best friendís father. He was so close to me like my own father.
Then one day my teacher asked me to stay after school to re-do one of my papers, but he had lied.
So I went and we sat by the desk/table. He pushed me back, ripped off my pants and panties and raped me.
About a week later I spent the night at my best friendís house, and in the middle of the night I was woken up my principal and I told him what my teacher had done. He said "what do you want to do about it", I told him to fire my teacher, so he did.
Everyone asked what had happened but of course I didnít answer. Now I feel like I can only trust my friend and her/our dad.
Thank you for your time. And that is my story.
by jane on 5 May 2005
I never thought that when Children's Aid took me away from my parents at the age of 11 to live with a foster family, that it would turn my whole world upside down. The whole story would never fit here in this small little space so I'll try to word it the best way I know how.
It all started when a guidance counselor came to me in grade 8 with some concerns about my home life. I had been having trouble in school. At the time, my parents were involved with a cult like church that kept me very sheltered. My mother spent every day in bed with depression and my father was losing his cool all the time. I loved the fact that finally someone had noticed the pain I was in at home and I let it all spill out. This counselor then called Children's Aid and a Social worker was sent out to meet with me. It was decided that I would be placed in the temporary care of the courts while our family went through therapy. I was eventually placed in a single parent family. The lady had 1 other foster daughter who had been there for 4 years. Some timed passed and everything was going well there. Then the foster mother approached me and the other girl one day with the words that sealed my fate. She said that some of her family was concerned that I or the other girl might try to make up a story about being touched by one of the Uncles in the family. Of course I was confused by this but life went on for a few months until 1 of the foster mother's uncles died of cancer. The whole family was spending alot of time at her house during that time and one of the Uncles took a particular interest in me. He lived in Newfoundland at the time but started writing me letters and calling me but not the foster mother or the other girl who was living there. He then decided that he was going to come to Halifax and spend some time here because his wife of 30 years and he were getting a divorce. That is when he started taking me out for dinner and inviting me out all by myself. He confessed that he was "in love" with me. This whole ordeal went on for several months. Since I had already been seeing a psychiatrist to deal with my family problems, I told him one day about what had been going on. He did not believe it. I didn't really think he would believe it since my foster mother had already told me that the family was scared that I would accuse him. Anyhow after months of seeing the psychiatrist I brought in the love letters that had been sent to me. He finally believed me and things were handled from there. It disgusts me that he only ended up spending 6 MONTHS in jail. A lot has happened since then and most of it has been terrible.
I have never actually dealt with any of this because I have spent the last 13 years in my own hell. I now have 2 children and am an alcoholic.
I am dying inside and I have no-where to turn but at least I've survived even though someday I wish I were dead.
by Graceon 4 May 2005
I was only 7 or 8 and my dadís friend would come over to my house all the time. Somehow he was able to get away from my parents and come in and rape me. He did it so many times. I have problems dealing with it. I have never told a soul about this except for now. I wish one of my parents knew about it, but they don't.
He did this to me again about 5 nights ago, and it will probably keep happening. My dad always has him over but he only rapes me when my parents aren't around. But they usually are too drunk to do anything. I'm 13 now and without this website I would not be able to tell my story. Thanks you for your time.
by penny on 4 May 2005
I think that when I was a little girl, I was molested by my grandfather, but I am not sure. I didn't even go over to my grandparentís house for a whole year. I have nightmares all the time. I am not sure if they are true, or if I am having them because I was molested when I was 13 years old, by a Mexican that I didn't really know. It went on for a long time, in fact, my best friend was molested as well as I was at the same time. I don't think I will ever heal from this, because I still think about it all the time.
by Kristenon 3 May 2005
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