Child Abuse Story From Caroline
by Caroline
( Tucson, Arizona, USA)
When I was 7 my older brother who was 14 started sexually molesting me.
The Cause: My mom would yell at me, giving me nightmares. Telling me that if I was bad, she would put me in the oven and cook me.
The Effect: After my first nightmare, I would go to my older brother D who shared a room with my other older bro K. I would climb up on the bunk bed to where D was sleeping. After about a week, he would run his hand up and down my leg. One day he put his hand down my underwear. Not to where you would think he would, but to my butthole. After a while longer, he put his finger in me. I still remember the time he whispered in my ear "I'm going to move your underwear down, ok?"
This happened for about a month, before he lost interest and stopped doing it. I still went to his bed, but I slept on the other end. Of course, occasionally it would still happen. It stopped for real when we moved to the house we are living in now. That was 7 years ago. He moved out, but I still have nightmares about it. About my underwear down to my knees and him whispering in my ear.
I never asked for this to happen to me. Hell, if I could go back in time I would. Because right now, I crave a man's touch. I feel the need for guys to look at me and give me their attention.
Right now, I'm 14 and I've already given oral sex 3 times. And I have been close to losing my virginity a whole lot of times. Don't get me wrong, I've only done those things with 2 guys. One who I thought I loved, and one to who I love now.
I experience depression. I suffer from lack of eating sometimes. I cut. All normal things to sexual abuse victims. But I don't let that affect me. I'm normal. That's how I plan to live my life.
My brother is 21 and has 2 kids. I wonder at night, if he will do that to his boys, but I know he won't. We have a normal brother-sister relationship. And I wonder if he even remembers. I hope he does, so that he can live with that guilt. I have no plan to turn him in. Let the past remain buried. Forgotten, except from our nightmares.
Sometimes I wonder if it was all a dream, but I know deep down in my gut it really did happen. And I know that I shouldn't look to my past, but to my future. I try not to let the past affect me. I plan to live a normal life. With only my trusted friends there, to save me from myself.
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