I Was Molested As Child
SO I guess I should finally spill the beans. It took 6 years of marriage before I told my husband, getting it out lets out a lot of hurt.
I had a pretty ****** childhood. I was beat starved and molested most days.
I was the youngest of 5 kids, my parents worked across the street from our house and were always too busy for the kids. My sisters and brothers got out had lots of friends and freedom, my parents were to busy to care. I was left home alone most of the time.
My father had a friend that was real nice and hung out with me in the house a lot, I thought it was weird but I was like 8 so I didn’t know any better.
Then he started being weird. He would make be sit on his lap and would touch me and hold me. I hated it I would bite and scratch trying to get away but he wouldn’t let me go. I knew it was wrong and could feel he was getting off on it when I had to sit on his lap. It went on for years I would hide from him but he would always find me or come it when my parents and siblings were gone. He was weird to my sisters too but they were much, much older and he never touched them.
He had a son that was supposedly molested by the mom and so he had him. My parents would make me go over to his house when they left sometimes and I remember being taken my dad’s friends room. It was dark he took off his pants-I could hear his zipper and belt. I don’t remember much after that I can blank out my minds pretty easy like I’m brain dead I just remember blackness.
So anyway it continued for years until we moved and I was like 11, but by then I was all messed up in the head. He would bring me amazing toys but I had to do something for him to get them so now I hate being given things for free. If I get a gift I give a gift back.
Now as an adult I’m super protective of my son.
A few months ago I was with my son and husband at a restaurant and saw my father’s friend. I had a total breakdown nearly ended my marriage and nearly committed suicide. I’m not over it, you don’t ever get over it you manage and heal day by day. I hate it when people tell you to get over it, like its that easy.
Finally when I was 12 my sister let her friends gang rape and sodomize me. i have scar tissue that bleeds every so often. So yeah ****** for life, but I deal with it day by day —I let it eat at me and destroy part of me. DON’T LET IT RULE YOU. I was weak and let it determine who I am. Biggest mistake of my life.
I had a pretty ****** childhood. I was beat starved and molested most days.
I was the youngest of 5 kids, my parents worked across the street from our house and were always too busy for the kids. My sisters and brothers got out had lots of friends and freedom, my parents were to busy to care. I was left home alone most of the time.
My father had a friend that was real nice and hung out with me in the house a lot, I thought it was weird but I was like 8 so I didn’t know any better.
Then he started being weird. He would make be sit on his lap and would touch me and hold me. I hated it I would bite and scratch trying to get away but he wouldn’t let me go. I knew it was wrong and could feel he was getting off on it when I had to sit on his lap. It went on for years I would hide from him but he would always find me or come it when my parents and siblings were gone. He was weird to my sisters too but they were much, much older and he never touched them.
He had a son that was supposedly molested by the mom and so he had him. My parents would make me go over to his house when they left sometimes and I remember being taken my dad’s friends room. It was dark he took off his pants-I could hear his zipper and belt. I don’t remember much after that I can blank out my minds pretty easy like I’m brain dead I just remember blackness.
So anyway it continued for years until we moved and I was like 11, but by then I was all messed up in the head. He would bring me amazing toys but I had to do something for him to get them so now I hate being given things for free. If I get a gift I give a gift back.
Now as an adult I’m super protective of my son.
A few months ago I was with my son and husband at a restaurant and saw my father’s friend. I had a total breakdown nearly ended my marriage and nearly committed suicide. I’m not over it, you don’t ever get over it you manage and heal day by day. I hate it when people tell you to get over it, like its that easy.
Finally when I was 12 my sister let her friends gang rape and sodomize me. i have scar tissue that bleeds every so often. So yeah ****** for life, but I deal with it day by day —I let it eat at me and destroy part of me. DON’T LET IT RULE YOU. I was weak and let it determine who I am. Biggest mistake of my life.
By:
She0Who0Seeks
Age:
22-25
,
Female
