I am a sexual AND child abuse survivor.. It pains me to even write this...because I've kept it in for SO long. I feared that something bad would happen to me or worse. But I will stay silent no more. Here's my story:
My childhood was filled with pain and suffering. When I was 9 years old, I was repeatedly raped by the husband of my mother's friend. While my mom would go hang out, she would leave with with him...ALONE. What the heck was she thinking? Leaving me with someone I barely knew so she could hang out with friends?
It went on for a couple of months. I never told a soul. I was too scared at the time. Thankfully that SOB is dead (died of natural causes).
I was molested by yet another "family friend." I had just turned 17...I had also found out that he was abusing his wife. Let's just say...he got taken care of (by the cops!)
8 months later, I moved in with my father. My mom was an abuser herself (not of the sexual kind). It was more physical, mental, verbal, and emotional. She beat me from the time I was 11 until I was 17. I had to get away.
I thought my father was my salvation. I was wrong. Dead wrong. He molested me...repeatedly for a month before I told someone.
I told a teacher and he was reported to ACS. But the sad thing was...he was never arrested or required to register as a sex offender. He hasn't been heard from in 3 years. I was sent back to live with my mother (ack).
Both of my parents are total and utter failures. I feel no love for them, only pity. Now that I'm older, I see them for what they truly are: child abuse, who have no regard for human life.
If they were to suddenly fall ill and die, I would not cry for them. I stopped caring about them a LONG time ago. My mother and father deserve no love or sympathy from me. I feel nothing but pity for those two.
To this day. my mother denies abusing me (accused me of being crazy and forced me to see a psychiatrist) and my father wanted me to tell ACS that everything that happened...was a lie.
I've had my ups-and-downs. I pray that no one else ever has to go through what I did. Tell someone...before it's too late. Don't hold it in for years and years, like I had. It will eat you up from the inside out.