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Child Abuse Story From A Little Mouse

by A Little Mouse
(USA)

I found your site by accident and I thought, finally I can tell someone about the abuse that continues to play through my mind over and over and over, and has for over 20 years. I wrote a long detailed post about what happened, then I deleted it. I still can't tell anyone a detailed story. I can tell a more generic one.

My dad started raping me when I was 14 and continued until I ran away when I was 17. There were times he was brutal and hurt me badly. He did some permanent damage to my body. But there were other times he was gentle and it felt good. I feel so guilty that sometimes I liked it and wanted it. I still feel confused by my emotions. I'm 39 years old and still think about it and have dreams that relive it.

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Child Abuse Story From A Little Mouse

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Nov 19, 2008
Shame and guilt is keeping you from getting help for yourself...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

You are no longer that little girl who couldn't make choices for herself. And you are NOT "A Little Mouse; you're a grown woman who can make choices for herself now that she is grown. I suggest you read through the various child abuse stories on this site, and also my comments attached to those stories. I have commented on the issue of children being so-called "willing participants" on many occasions, too many for me to point out directly. Rather than repeat what I've already written, I invite you to go to my Sitemap page for the alphabetical listing (the URL will take you to that particular section). I will however say that you are applying adult values on situations that you were incapable of dealing with as a child. Your father was the adult; you were the child. Shame and guilt is HIS to bear, not yours.

I strongly urge you to seek out some form of counselling in order to help you deal with the shame and guilt you still feel. A counsellor may also be able to help put an end to the dreams that cause you to relive events over and over again.

Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me.

Darlene Barriere
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir

Nov 19, 2008
thanks
by: Anonymous

thank you for sharing. i guess i think if more of us united that we could begin to heal little parts of ourselves. there is a part of me that functions perfectly on a day to day basis, but inside i am dying. i want someone to look back into my eyes and say, oh, you are dying inside, and just notice. your bravery in sharing is something like that for me. i have begun to share my story, but i am not where you are yet. thanks.

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