Not Really a Survivor...It all started when i was 3 years old. My half-brother was ten years older than me, and he started sexually abusing me. AT THREE! It went on for years, then i finally said something when i was about six. My mom filed a report with the police, and they had a choice of taking me to a foster home, or keeping me. They decided to keep me. The abuse continued. Until I was eight, then I told them again. He ended up going to a rehab for people in his situation, while I started counciling. It seemed to help at the time.
And guess what started happening to me two years ago! My new Step-brother, two years younger than me, started harrassing me!!!! I couldnt believe it! From a different person that knew nothing about my past! He started by coming into my room when i was watching tv, and he would grab my butt. I told him to stop and it was unwanted. He stopped doing that. Then he would come into my room in the morning, and ********** to my body. I was so completely mortified, I just pretended to still be asleep. It has all stopped since then, and as you could probably tell, I still cant get over any of it. The stuff that happened to me in the past, I cant remember any of it. Its blocked out of my memory. But the pain from it is underlying, and it has already ruined my life. Ive been told that Im stuck somewhere at the age of seven. I cant get a job, I quit my junior year of high school, and im on the verge of going to a residential program where they can reprogram the way i think. So, yeah, I wouldnt say that Im a survivor. All I know is that the abuse has finally stopped, and maybe my life can start over again.