Child Abuse Story From Chelsea
by Chelsea
(Oklahoma, USA)
On September 1, 1993 I was born into a loving family. Although times were tough, my mom was always there behind me, supporting my every move.
Jonathan: #1
In 1997, my mom, brother, and I all moved into my mom's boyfriend's house. He had a son named Jonathan who was 16 years old at the time. I remember one night when everybody in the house was asleep, Jonathan got me up and carried me into his room, shut, and locked the door. After the door was locked and we were alone, he stripped me of all of my clothes and made me have oral sex with him. I didn't tell my mom until 2003, when I was out of the situation and felt like I couldn't hold it in anymore.
You may be wondering what ever happened to him. Well, we filed reports against him and then nothing ever happened to him. My biggest fear is that he is still out there doing this to some other 4-year-old that was just like me. I sometimes wonder if it is my fault that he never got caught. I wonder if I could have said something, screamed, yelled, told him to stop, anything.
Jon: #2
In 2005, I was living in Texas with my mom and my brother. I went to church twice every week since I was born. There was a guy named Jon that always hung around me, liked to hug me, told me I was beautiful. I was always kind of leery about him because one time my best friend told me that he gave her a bra and underwear for her birthday. I should have seen it coming.
One day, at church, he walked me out to his car and started repeatedly kissing me, even when I would tell him to stop. I filed a report, but like Jonathan, nothing was really done except for getting kicked out of our church. You may be wondering why that doesn't seem to mean anything. Well, I will tell you why. It's because it shattered every ounce of trust I had for him.
Next door neighbor/landlord: #3
In 2006, we moved to Oklahoma when my mom got a new job. We found a really nice house, and the landlord just happened to live right next door. One night, at about 10:00, I was out walking my dog at the park and playing on the swings, when he came and swept me off my feet and kissed me. Tongue and all. I hated the way it felt, so I fought to get him to let me go. When he finally did let me go, I got my dog and ran away. The whole time I was walking back to my house, he was yelling and screaming at me about how much he would hate me if I told. At first, that really worked. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn't want him to get away with it. So I had to tell my mom. My mom went to confront him, and of course, he denied it.
After that, I was so mad at myself for telling! I didn't understand why all of this always happened to me. I didn't know anybody that that had ever happened to.
Now that I think back, I hate what happened to me, and that none of them ever got punished. But then I think about how strong I have become from that. I am a survivor and nobody can tell me otherwise!!!
I just have 1 thing to say to other people who have been sexually abused. It is to never think that it is your fault that that happened to you! You did nothing wrong.
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