Child Abuse Story From A. Lopez

by A. Lopez
(Bronx, New York, USA)

When I was just a lil girl, about 5 or 6 years old, my long lost brother came to live with us from Puerto Rico. He was the oldest out of 5, so my mom would trust him to babysit me while she was out with the others. He sexually abused me and would threaten me if I ever told anyone. I lived in fear with this deep dark secret that no one else knew or even suspected. The abuse went from sometimes almost every day, especially at night when all was sleeping. He would come up to my bunk bed and touch me and cover my mouth so I wouldn't say anything. I was too young to understand what was happening but I did know it wasn't right and I grew to hate my brother. Till this day I have not told anyone about that side of my life. It's too painful to remember.

I'm a wife now and a mother of 2, and have tried to put all that behind me, but throughout all these years those memories are still there, just like it all happened yesterday. I protect my children from everything and everyone. To me, no one is excluded, so I keep my children close and always talk to them about these things because no one ever told me about this. As a young woman I always felt violated, not worthy, not pure. Till this day I haven't spoken to my brother since he left our house after 5 years of abuse.

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