This child abuse story from Jori page was
created August 11, 2007 and was originally posted on August 1, 2007 as story #170.
This story has not been edited for grammar, spelling, punctuation, sentence
structure or Internet-eze. Where necessary, I have edited for length and inappropriate
or gratuitously graphic content.
Jori is from Boston, Massachusetts, USA
The following child abuse story from Jori depicts:
The child abuse effects on Jori: other than the need to keep herself away from her father to avoid being molested, Jori didn't share the effects the abuse had on her
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My own dad abused me when I was growing up. He
always wanted control and insisted on being respected at all times by myself
and my sisters. I was the youngest of the family so my dad spent a lot of time
with me. He always kind of molested me, not sure really how, I just remember
his hands on me.
I tried to keep myself apart from him more and
more when I was 12 or 13, but if he had the chance he would try to fondle me.
He never did too much though as I was getting older because I knew he
shouldn't, and I was doing a pretty good job of staying away from him. However,
he would sexually abuse me by saying stuff to me. He would tell me how he liked
my body and how he would like to do stuff to me. He said stuff like he thought
I didn't need a bra yet, or he liked my legs, stuff he shouldn't tell me. He
could see me naked all the time I think because when I showered I had to keep
the window open or the bathroom would get all steamed up. Dad would yell at us
if we didn't keep it open a little so fresh air could get in, since he hated
coming in the bathroom after one of us was finished with the shower.
My dad was always on the deck, smoking, so I
think he would look in sometimes. He told me once that I should trim my pubic
hair a little bit. Well, he must have seen me naked to know how I looked.
Anyways, like I said, I was doing pretty good
at avoiding him, at least from him touching my private parts. He continued
talking to me sexually and asked me all the time if I ever had an orgasm. I
never knew, I didn't know what that meant. I asked my mom once what an orgasm
was and she got upset with me for saying that word. I finally asked my dad what
it was and he told me---"the most wonderful feeling in the world." I
asked him how to get it and he said that he couldn't say. This continued and he
kept asking me over and over. I begged him to tell me.
One day when nobody was home, my dad came up to
me and asked me if I still wanted to know. Of course I said yes. He said he
would give one to me but I had to do everything he said. I agreed. I even
promised him I would. He told me to take my shorts off pants off. I of course
refused, and he got mad at me and told me that I had promised. So I did. He
told me to sit on the couch and relax. Then he took my panties off and gave me
oral sex. I found out soon what that word meant. After this incident, my dad
gave me oral sex about once a week until I was 15 or so. He would come in my
room when everyone was sleeping, including myself, and just go down on me. I
asked my sister once if dad ever did stuff to her. She asked like what, and I
said, like to your body. She just shrugged and said its dad being dad.
I am a little older now and want to ask my dad why he did that stuff to me. He hasn't done it for a few years because I put an end to it. I am a survivor and will not let it hurt me.
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Child abuse story from Jori was re-formatted June 1, 2015
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