Child Abuse Story From Anonynon
by Anonynon
(Location Undisclosed)
From cousin and neighbor:
I'm guessing I was about 3-4 when it first started. I was in my room with my cousin, lying on the floor and he was touching me, it's very faint, but I remember my mom walking in and telling him to stop. I was 3, I didn't know. And that's possibly where/when it all began. When I moved to a different city, my cousins would visit a lot. The one who sexually abused me was almost a year older than me (boy) . I can't remember if it happened at the first house, or the second where my cousin abused me, but I think both. Then there was this boy who lived in the same cul-de-sac as me. I know for a fact at the first house he sexually abused me (same age) as well, It happened in my room, his room, and there was this really tall bush outside in between my old neighbors house and ours it hapened at as well. It was like carved in a way, so you could go inside of it kind of. But mostly it was like a wall, but enough of a barrier as to where you could hide in it. I can't really remember a specific time it was there, but it did happen in there. And there was a code word we would use when we would go and do that..I remember we were at school one time (3rd grade, although it started with him in either 1st or 2nd) and it made me really uncomfortable. He looked at me with that brattyass face of his and said, "Hey, "code word"" and then laughed. It really made me feel gross and ashamed. It happened by his bed in his room, one time (possibly more, I forgot a lot) we attempted to make out, but I remember feeling uncomfortable. I remember one time in my room, next to my bed near the foot-end we did, and I remember getting a feeling down there I never had. And I made like a face and sighed because my body felt it was good. And he was saying ow. And once I think I told him my cousin did the same stuff and he got mad and was like "no, no!" Then once at school, my friend (a girl, who I think was sexually abused) and I went to the back of the field where it goes down a hill, and I think she sucked on my breasts, and possibly vice-versa, I don't remember. Then at a different friend's house once, we were sleeping in the same bed, and I think were touching a little but then she said she wanted to stop. Also with the neighborhod boy, I remember one time being oustsde near like a play house type thing, its possible it happened in there. And we sometimes played in those yellow tube like thinhs that fold back down, anyways, I dont know if anything happened with that, I just remember it. So after 2nd grade we moved, the same city but to live with my grandma (it was previously me and my mom, her boyfriend, then they split). That was when my cousins and aunt came over more. I remember one time me and him went in the living room closet and I touched his penis and remember saying it felt like bubblegum, but I think after that we didn't do anything that night, but I dont remember. I have sort of a vision of seeing it happen in the bigger living room, but I can't remember a specific time. I remember it specifically happening in the smaller living room. We were sleeping on the air bed on the floor and he took his arm and ran it down my vulva. I think I remember one time going under my bed and trying, but it was too difficult or something. Then my cousins and aunt moved in with us, all this stuff would happen yet it's like we'd never talk about it. A little after, when 3rd grade ended, me mom and grandma moved to Washington. My cousin was just visiting while we moved, and I remember we were in the living room on the couch, and were about to do it but were afraid of my mom walking out, so we went downtairs to our grandmas bedroom (she wasn't at the house) and I remember keeping my underwear on that time while he did that. Then about half or or earlier into the school year, again they moved in with us. I think that is when it stopped. I don't remember why, we never talked about it. I also remember being really young, going to my mom's ex's and being in his daughters room (my age) and humping the stuffed animals.
And lastly, I remember being out in the rain behind the cars, but in front of the garage with my friends and I think we pulled down our pants, maybe shirts, I dnot rememebr. But thats is what I remember. A few weeks abut 4 weeks ago is when I finally told my mom (I'm 15 now). It is SO worth it, I knew she wouldnt be mad at me, I was just so nervous. I'm getting therapy and so ready to move on in my life and that sh*t past :)
Wave badbye to sexual abuse!
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