This child abuse story from Konnie page was
created February 7, 2007 and was originally posted on January 19, 2007 as story
Konnie is from London, Ontario, Canada
The following child abuse story from Konnie
depicts sexual abuse at the hands of her father and emotional abuse.
The child abuse effects on Konnie: promiscuity and a teenage pregnancy
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When my father first molested me...I felt like
he loved me more and more every time he did it. I was 7 when he started
When I turned 8 or 9, he would take me outside
somewhere, and start kissing, and making out with me. He told me I was so
beautiful, more than my mom and anyone else in the family. I asked him why he
did what he did. He told me because he loved me, and that if I told anyone I
would never see daylight. I soon thought of my father as my predator.
When I turned 10, my mother and father
divorced, and he won me over. He told me now since my mom was gone, he didn't
have to hide our relationship. I told him that I was his daughter. I felt very
dirty when he made me sleep naked with him in his bedroom. Every night it was
the same thing! I knew it was wrong to let him do it, but I did love him very
much, and I knew sometimes when you don't like something it still might be
right to let it happen.
I would wake up in the middle of the night to
see him on top of me, smiling. He was always touching me. It didn't feel good.
He would touch me in public places too.
At age 12, I had had enough. When he was
working, I packed my things and started to walk down the street. I heard
footsteps running behind me. All of a sudden, hands were wrapped around me,
squeezing my breasts and pulling me to the ground. I woke up hours after in my
dad's bed, with blood all over me and the bed, hurting like crazy. I told my
dad to stop this, that I wanted a regular father-daughter relationship. He
never said anything, and continued moving on top of me.
At age 13, I was so totally used to the feeling
of sex that I did it with a boy from school. He was 14. Unfortunately, he
didn't use a condom, and I got pregnant. When my dad found out, I told him it
was from him. "I always use a condom!" he said. Then he beat me up
until he killed the baby. I ran away in the morning to a neighbour's house. Now
he is in jail for 23 years, for doing all that with me.
I am now 18, and live with my mom, who is kind, sweet and non-abusive.
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Child abuse story from Konnie was re-formatted June 3, 2015
From Victim to Victory
How I got over the devastating effects of child abuse and moved on with my life