Well when I was 9 or 10 my older cousin started touching me in weird places. I didn't know what to do so I just went along with it. I thought it was ok until I realized it was wrong. Now Iím 14 and still haven't told anyone, but he has stopped touching so I try to put it in my past.
by Anonymous on 26 Apr 2005
I was raped by my father at the age of 4 till the age of around 13; the sad part was also my two only brothers, one who committed suicide at the age of 24. I have one brother one year younger than me I love very much. He was also a victim. To cut a very, very long story short I remember once or twice a week my father would start with me the next week my older brother then the following week my younger brother. Itís the most disgusting experience I have ever felt emotionally and physically. The worst part was watching your brother being raped and crying at the same time and there was nothing you could do. No mum around to run to, she left 3 of us boys when we were very young. Iím 34 years old I have a wonderful family and Iíve put the past behind. It is hard to do, for things like this haunt you for life but be strong my friends I have read the bible and it has comforted me gave me wisdom and strength to go on in life, also to forgive and remember. Evil shall not prevail. Thank god I just bought this computer now I have somebody to talk to. Itís been over 22 years I havenít said anything to anyone about this subject. I hope to find more info and sites to visit. While Iím typing this message tears from my eyes are running like water, I hope thatís a good thing.
by Charlieon 25 Apr 2005
My father hated me. Since I was 5-8 years old, I would get beaten for anything he would get mad about. My mother tried to help me but he would drag me into the bathroom and beat me with his leather belt and forcefully raped me till I bled. But when I was about 12 I told my teacher and the social worker came to our house and took my father to jail he stayed in there for 9 years and my mother went to jail for 5 years for not telling the police. I stayed with my grandmother and she raised me up.
by Tiffanyon 25 Apr 2005
It happened a long time ago, almost two years, but this is the first time I have told the story for more than my close friends to know. My best friend and I had gone to her boyfriendís house because he was going to be moving soon and she wanted to be with him. When we got there, a boy that I had met once or twice before was in the bedroom and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with him while my friend and her boyfriend were in the other room. We sat in the room for a long time, maybe two hours and talked until I felt that he could maybe be trusted. After the movie ended he put in another and things got out of hand. He would unbutton my pants and I would push him away and button them back up. When I tried to stand he would grab the back of my thighs and pull me down on top of him and then try to flip me over while he held my arms down to the bed. I would find a little physical strength and manage to slide out from under him and sit on the edge of the bed so that he would not think that I wanted him. At one point I looked to the doorway and saw that it was closed, and I remember my heart beating and my tears trying to come out of my eyes while he put his hands all over me and wishing that my best friend would know that I was in trouble and come to save me. But the minutes stretched on and I feared what may come next, and my friend didn't even know what was going on less than a few feet away from her room. I was becoming not only scared but also angry, and when he saw how upset I was he stopped for a moment, only to put in a porn video and make me watch it with him, and the whole time I was fighting the stinging tears that wanted to be let free so badly. I remember looking at the phone after he stopped the tape and returned to groping me while I was being held on him, and wished to have the courage to pick it up and call my friends' phone and tell her that I needed help. But all I did was wish, and when I realized that I did not have the courage to defend myself anymore, I returned to my situation with a sickening ache in my stomach and fearful visions of what I knew would happen if something was not done soon. And then I heard the tap of my saviors' finger on the dark window - he wanted to be let inside. Thank God for him, I don't know if he realizes how much I love him for tapping on the window that horrible day. I can't remember the rest of that day at all, until I got home, when I cried to myself in my room, wondering what happened to me and if I would ever be the same. The answer is no, I will never be the same again thanks to the boy I trusted that summer day.
Thank you for listening.
by Driannaon 25 Apr 2005
Hi, I am 15 and my name is Erica. I feel a little silly writing this but when I was 12, my cousin, started molesting me. I didnít see anything wrong with it until I told my boyfriend. Then just last year after its been happening for a couple of years I finally told my mother, and she also got molested and date raped, when she was 16.
by Ericaon 25 Apr 2005
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