It has been about 25 years since the sexual abuse ended and 20 years since I first told someone. There were several instances by multiple men starting from the age of 2 years old till I was in my twenties. Sometimes it was only once from a date rape or an old man neighbor that made me hold his wrinkled dick while he peed in his backyard. (That was the first abuse at thw age of 2), the one that still haunts me is my brother. Years and years of him coming in my room and I lay there prenting to sleep while he would finger me. I was prettified and didn't move nor said any words. He would cum and smell and lick his fingers and then leave. I still have triggers. It is little things that can shoot back a memory, a smell, someone smacking their food, etc.... He is in prison again for drugs and dwi's but never has he gotten judge and jury for my abuse. I live with this shame and he has no remorse.… Read more  »

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The year that fell apart in pieces

It was June of 1986 and since September of 1983 I had overcome suicide thoughts, self harm habit where I would mostly punch my legs, and upper arms, but would also because I’m double jointed, proper term I understand is having more flexible bones, I was able to punch my back, and I would even… Read more

Starting over again

I have to start over again, having pain, suffering, memories, physical pain, and who knows what else This time it’s going to be different, I will get the therapy, medical, support, and any other help I can get. Sometime last weekend everything that I worked on for 37 years was almost like I didn’t heal…. Read more

Echoes of my rape

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My story

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I just had to say something

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The precious gift of love

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Everyone deserves to be loved

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How I was saved

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8 years old older cousin

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