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Child Abuse Story From Caylee

by Caylee
(Texas, USA)




Lost his Trust: 
I was raped just this year, 2007, by my uncle. I didn't really think it would get that far. He would mess with me a lot and tell me I looked sexy. He would tell me that I should put on a low cut shirt and say other nasty comments, but I didn't think it would get that bad. He offered me alcohol and money so I wouldn't say anything. He would ask me if I had a condom. The night that he did it, I didn't sleep at all. I didn't call anyone and tell. I just laid there in his house and cried. I cut my wrists in several places.

The next day, I went to work and I was just crying a lot, trying to hide my emotions. They told me I could leave. The next day, I went to school. My teacher called me out in the hallway and asked me what happened. I said I'm not supposed to tell or I'll get in trouble. She kept asking questions, which led to what happened. She told me she wouldn't tell anyone, but that was just to get me to feel better. She had to tell someone by law. That night, the police show up at my house. I wasn't home, so they told me parents what happened. I was scared to go home. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I knew it was my fault. I could've stopped it, but I chose not to.

I immediately started counselling, but it wasn't helping. I tried to commit suicide and was still cutting, so I went to the mental hospital. I was diagnosed with anxiety, depression and post traumatic stress syndrome. I was put on 6 medications.

I've learned now that it's not my fault, and this will only make me stronger in the future, and that I have so much more to live for.

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Dec 11, 2007
You really do have so much more to live for . . .
by: Darlene Barriere - webmaster

You should be very proud of yourself, Caylee. Telling your teacher must have been one of the most difficult things you've ever done. You should be even prouder that you've learned—and believe—that what happened wasn't your fault. And it really wasn't Caylee. It really wasn't your fault. You were a child; your uncle was the adult. Your uncle had all the power and control.

I sincerely hope you are still getting some form of counselling and that you are no longer cutting yourself. You are worth to much to harm yourself.

Dec 24, 2007
sorry..
by: Anonymous

i'm really sorry that it happened to you.

Feb 03, 2008
Your right you do have lots to live for
by: Shantelle

You are so right you do have lots to live for. I am glad that you have relized it wasn't your fault. These abusers manipulate us, they find ways to make us think it is our fault. I am glad you had the courage to tell your teacher. I was molested by my father and an uncle and for years I thought it was a way of showing love. I really thought that was love. Thats what they told me. They praised me for being such a good girl and doing as I was told.
it is sad that anyone has to go through this. After I confronted my father I called my grandma and told her what had happened to me. She then called my aunt. My aunt called me and after a very long conversation and a million apologizes she told me something I live by. "He took that day from you then, don't give him another" So now I look on to my future. I do not dwell on what happened it wasn't my fault.
I am not sure where you are in life today. I do hope that you can continue to find the strength and live a good life after all you deserve it. And hopefully you are able to get off the medication and relize there is alot to offer in this world. I am not knocking you for being on it. I do understand. I just wish you all the best in your future.

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