Child Abuse Story From Kristie
by Kristie
My story starts with my parents trusting a family from a local Eagle's Club to become my babysitter. Many things changed over the years-my parents would divorce but I would continue my hell in this family's house. My first memory is of their daughter befriending me, she was 6-8 years older than me but had such an interest in me it was nice to feel like I had an older sister being an only child. She eventually brought me up to her room and would expose herself to me, have me interact with stuffed animals and anything she could insert into my vagina sometimes she had friends over. She brought me upstairs one day while her cousins were visiting I was about 10 at this point (two years into my abuse). She had me have sex with her male cousin, when I couldn't do it right she showed me how it was to be-he was also about 10. I couldn't do it, so she forced me into a closet with her female cousin to continue fondling each other, she was younger than me. I was horrified and terrified of what I had just been through. These encounters would happen anytime they visited. After my parents divorced my mom they thought it was good I had an older role model. She would leave us at our home which now became hell for me-she would expose me to intercourse with my family pets, she would force me into a relationship (if that is what you call it) with a neighbor across the street. She even took pictures with her polariod camera (that is what has me most bothered these days). My friend/attacker was now in highschool and I was now about 11-12 and things were changing for me, that meant my horror was only getting worse. The mom my primary care giver had obligations at the Eagles so she would be gone certain nights, that is when her husband gladly stepped up to care for me. He would watch me through the bathroom door he forbid me to shut as I bathed, he would talk to me about the things that were changing. I was uncomfortable but he hadn't physically tried anything yet, little did I know he was basically courting me on our special nights he would make sure he cooked me something I would like (or lie about the contents of it-he would say it was beef but it was venison) telling me this was only for me. Finally one night as I was getting ready to lay down he asked for a hug, his hand kept going lower and to places it didn't belong. I kept moving it, finally he let me go. He told me I was growing up right. I knew I would not spend one more night at that place. The next time I was to spend alone with him I threw a fit and finally admitted to what he had been doing, some of what his daughter had been doing-I didn't want my mom to be ashamed of me. I got away, but so did they, they had friends on the police force and had I been strong enough to tell it all they might have been prosecuted but up until about 5 years ago I have been still in shame of what I was a part of.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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