Child Abuse Story From Marlene

by Marlene
(Location Withheld)

It seems for me a least sex abuse has been part of my life since I was born. When I was younger, my uncle started abusing me, but I have little memory of that. Then a few years later when I was about 9 or 10, my grandfather began abusing me, which brings me to the worst night of my life.

The night he first raped me I went into a shed in the back yard where the light was on. He was in there. He began molesting me, and then things escalated. He began to perform anal sex on me. But what forced my screams was him putting his hands in me. I pleaded for him to stop but he proceeded, ignoring my screams. It was dark in the shed. I could barely see. When he was finished he turned on the lights and I got dressed. When I was leaving, he said he loved me. I went in the house, changed and did dishes. The abuse lasted until I was 13. That night was the most painful night of my life.

I am 17 now, and I have support from close friends and family. I am still afraid of the dark, thinking he might grab me, but I just remember to take it one day at a time. That's what my friend says, anyway. Thank you for letting me share.

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