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Child Abuse Story From Anonymous Male

by Anonymous Male
(Location Undisclosed)




I'm not sure what happened to my real parents but as far as I know I'm an orphan. As far back as my memories go life has not been kind to me. When I was adopted I was raped/ molested by my adoptive father. It began when I was five and continued until I was eight. I didn't tell a single person until I was eighteen. I ran away from home when I was eight in hopes that I could take care of myself on the streets but it wasn't what I expected at all. Eventually it came down to me selling my body. You're probably wondering; what kind of sick f**k would want to have sex with an eight year old boy? Well you'd be surprised how many pedophiles there are out in our world.
Until I was seventeen I sold myself for money and most of my money was spent on drugs and alcohol. One day as I was getting out of a customer's car a cop car rolled up. I explained most of my situation to the cops (minus the molestation). I spent a night in jail as they determined what to do with me and it was decided that I was being sent to an orphanage.

When I turned eighteen I left the orphanage and soon enough found myself on the street again. Eventually I got a real job and I met the person I considered to be my best friend. But a year ago he died and since then I started back with drinking and drugs.

I don't know where to go or what to do any more. I don't want to go back to prostitution and I don't think my mind can handle it. I have nightmares about it, I used to call my friend and he'd calm me down but now I find myself dialing his number and getting nothing but a dial tone. I'm close to going insane, I feel like I'm slipping away. Whatever happiness I ever had is gone. I'm asking the question, does god hate me or does he simply not exist?




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Jun 04, 2011
Anonymous:
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Visitors on this site don't question whether or not there are pedophiles out there seeking out an 8-year-old boy for sex; rather, many of my visitors have been sexually abused by such sick and twisted perverts at even younger ages. You've got an inner strength Anonymous Male, a strength you probably don't even recognize in yourself. You survived the worst of it already. It's the residual you're dealing with now. Make the choice NOT to be victimized again through drinking, drugs and prostitution. You had little or no choices as a child; as an adult, you can choose where you want your life to go. Please seek out some type of counselling and rehab so that those choices are in your best interest. Don't treat your Self the way so many others have treated you in the past. It's all up to you now. The fact that you've reached out by posting your story here on my site clearly tells me that you want more for yourself. But only YOU can choose it. Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me. And I send along my deepest condolences on the loss of your friend.

From Victim to Victory, a memoir
Darlene Barriere
Webmaster: www.child-abuse-effects.com
author. speaker. survivor. coach
From Victim to Victory, a memoir


Jun 04, 2011
One step closer! :)
by: Anonymous

I second everything Darlene said. You deserve, and deserve to give yourself, much more than drugs, prostitution and alcohol. You've had a job before, so that's one more thing in your favour! Despite the terrible aspect of the world you've experienced, there are plenty of people who care and want to help. Find them! You've done well getting here, but services in your area will be able to do much more for you. Good luck, and best wishes!!

Jun 13, 2011
be brave: Be Strong: Love your beautiful Self
by: maurice

I third what Darlene said in her comment to you: She knows best: she a believer in the power within each of us: Her words will empower you too: You are intelligent; stop doing yourself down: Through no fault of yours, you were forced onto the streets and into prostitution because you had no one to love and cherish you: I am not to blame what I allowed those sicko's do to my body: They used and abused me for there own sexual gratification and pervertedness: I want to leave all that behind me now: I need to trust myself so that I can find equally a trusting friend like the one who died: I am one beautiful human being: I am who I am in my own right: I am intelligent, smart, there is greatness and goodness in me: I am worth celebrating: I am going to make my body beautiful after all those pedophilles did against my will: I was not to blame, I was innocent, vunerable at at the mercy of whoever wanted my beautiful body to abuse and molest: Drugs, alcohol dimmed the horribleness of it then: I must stop this method of coping with the memory of it: Get a safe place: a hostel: think about getting back into education: Anonymous male you may think me daft to suggest this to you: I will because I know your WORTH it: Have a healthy mind in a healthy body: ''Me'' have that after all I've been through: Once you find a safe place, you'll be surrounded with caring and good people; you new friend might be there in their midst: Get out and about taking part with your age and gender playing in team sports, sporting and cultural activities; There is greatness and goodness in each of us born but we get lazy in not bring it out and sharing it with others: I journeyed with homeless people on the streets of London for six years: I can empatise with you where you found yourself: Don't Quit: Don't give up believeing in yourself: Look in the mirror and say I could be a prsedident some day: LOVE that beautiful Man in the mirror Why???? because that is me and I am Worth it: become active and alive with like-minded people and you'll be fine: Be a winner in your own life NOW

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