Child Abuse Story From Christi
by Christi
The summer I turned thirteen, the twenty-three-year-old son of a babysitter started showing me interest. He flirted and wrote me letters. Eventually he forced me into sexual intercourse on more than one occasion. I blamed myself and feared telling anyone. At night I would tell myself that God was punishing me and that I was a whore who allowed bad things to happen. I told myself no one would ever want to be with broken goods. I started acting out behaviorally. I wouldn't speak to anyone and people were unsure what was really going on. What compounded the situation was that I'd contracted a sexually transmitted disease from the abuse. I began drinking, skipping school, involving myself in high risk situations, and finally I started secretly cutting myself. My parents decided to place me in an institution for teens with alcohol and drug abuse issues and were finally aware of the sexual abuse that had taken place. Due to my emotional state we decided not to prosecute the perpetrator.
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