Child Abuse Story From Elisha
by Elisha
(Arizona, USA)
My past is pretty faded so I don't remember much at all, but I do know that I was sexually abused by my babysitter. Not only was I abuse, but my sister was also abused.
I was maybe 5 years old and she was 3 years old. My parents would take us to a babysitter's house while they went to work. The babysitters were an older couple, maybe in their 50's. I remember my little sister crying, throwing a fit, every time we were left there. I think I liked going there. The lady was so nice, she had a talking parrot, and I would help her cook. She had a lot of elephant knick-knacks, and chickens in the backyard. I don't think our abuse came from her, but I'm sure she knew about it. I only have one memory of the man, her husband. I was going out back, and I saw him standing there with his zipper down, holding his penis out. He told me to touch it. I said no and went back inside. This memory of him standing there haunts me every day. I'm so glad I knew it was wrong and went back inside. This is all I remember about the babysitters.
I was maybe 13 years old when I found out that my parents knew my little sister had been molested. They found out when they took her to the doctor's. What I don't get is, after finding out about the abuse, why did they continue to take us there?
I have never once heard anything about my abuse, but I know I was. I remember my sister and I would rub up against hard surfaces because it felt good. I would hide and do it so my mom wouldn't find me because she would get mad. One time, we were visiting my cousin. My cousin and I were on the swing set and I would rub against the swing. I told my cousin to do it because it felt good. I would even do it at school.
My parents got divorced when I was 11. I went to live with my mom at my aunt's house. I would take a pillow and act like I was having sex with it. When my cousins and I would play house, I told them the pillows would be our boyfriends and we would have sex with them. I don't know where or how I learned this. As I got older I stopped doing that. I became more shy and reserved. Through Junior High and High School, I was pretty much a loner. I had maybe 2 best friends. I found it hard to talk to people. I don't know why I was like this. It's so weird, and I don't understand.
I'm 21 years old now. I'm no longer the shy little girl. I look back on my past with disgust. How could have I done those things? Where did I learn it from? I wish I could get answers, but I'm so ashamed to talk to anyone about it. I think about it every day, but I don't let it get the best of me. It sometimes kills me on the inside when I really start to think about it, but for the most part, I am happy.
My sister has lots of emotional and behavioral problems now. Doctors can't seem to find out exactly what is wrong with her. She is 19 years old, but seems to have a mind of a younger person.
My past is faded, so I think of it as just a dream. I don't know what made me come to this site, but reading others' stories made me not want to keep my secret closed anymore. I want to get answers, but I don't know where to start. I think I do have emotional and sexual problems. But I JUST DON'T KNOW....
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