Child Abuse Story From Leah B
by Leah B
(Arkansas, USA)
It is so sad:
When I was three years old I was sexually abused by a neighbor. I did not know at the time I was being abused until my mom asked me those dreadful questions. Has anyone hurt you? It's okay, you can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone else. I just remember my dad at midnight taking me to the emergency room and doctors and nurses all around me doing what they had to do. I felt so embarrassed. I could not believe what had happened to me. I just wanted it to stop and to stop right then. I cried myself to sleep that night and I will never ever forget that night.
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