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Child Abuse Story From McKayla

by McKayla
(USA)




I thought I knew better then to let it happen again. The first time it happened to me I was only four years old. Me and my mom lived in an apartment complex then. Well anyways one day I was at the play ground that was across the street from my apartment. I was playing in the rocks watching them fall when these kids that were older then me started walking my way. I didn't mind as much really care as long as they left me alone. A little while later the boy that look like he was a coulp of years older then me started walking torward me. I stood up wondering what he was up to and what did he want. When he stopped we started talking a little bit. Then he asked me lay down. I said no and started walking away when someone or something hit me on the back of the head. I must have blacked out, because when I came to I was be held down on the ground. That when the boy started pulling down my pants while the girl forceable held my arms down. By then the boy had my pants down and started touching me. I started crying a loudly, but the girl put her hand over my mouth so one could hear.but after that I don't remember anything. But the during the I can remember nobody came to save or stop what was going on right in public where anybody with eyes could see. I never thought this could happen again, but I was wrong. Five years later when I was nine. Me and I family were at of my mom's friend's house when it happened again. Well on the night it happened all the adults were outside talking about what I have idea. I was bored and I heard a loud noise in the back. So I decided to go find out what it was. When I go back there that TV was on pretty loud. I just looking debating if I should watch with them. Well I had one to choices I could bore myself to death or watch some TV. So I decided on choice number 2 which was fun and I hopped on the bed lied to next to the boy that was the same age as me. For a while everything seemed fine when the boy some how got my attention. He said "Here is what I'm going to do to, me"( I am not going to give my name out) with the biggest grin on his face. Then he turned to his sister and started whispering something so I couldn't here. I started freaking out. When I started hopping off the bed he grabbed my arm and pulled me. He had me pinned, I must have hit him in the right spot cause he let me. I started backing away turning around when he grabbed my leg. My body went from a being shock to fight for survival. Even I got tried I didn't give up. The last thing I remember before I passed out was him on of me kissing me over and over. After that I stayed silent for years. Telling myself that I get over this by myself and that I didn't help. Well because I couldn't cope with it I started self harming when I was nine. Well one weekend when me and my family were stay at my grandma's house. I was at the end of my rope when something of me told me to tell somebody. I did and they believed me. Even tho I had told someone they didn't offer any support. So I still felt so alone and helpless. Then one day I went to the school and told her what happened. By law she had to report it and I was releaved, but also scared and worried all at once. I had to tell the police what happened, but when I did. They didn't do anything. At first I was fine with it, but then I got angry. As the months went my feeling got a little better. Now I much feel so better that didn't stay silent like I told myself I would. Beucause if I didn't anybody I don't know if still be here today. Also remember that you its never to late to pick up the phone and call somebody. You're not alone there's always someone out there willing to help.






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Child Abuse Story From McKayla

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Dec 07, 2011
McKayla:
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

I'm so proud of you for telling, and continuing to tell until someone did something about it. What's important here is for you to realize that you didn't "let" it happen again. You didn't do anything wrong. You are not to blame. The blame is on the shoulders of the person who abused you. The fact that he was a child sexually offending another child tells me he was sexually abused himself somewhere along the line. That doesn't exactly help you...it's not an excuse, but rather, an explanation. Do not blame yourself, ever. It wasn't your fault. And it will never BE your fault. At both 5 and 9 years old, you weren't in a position to be able to understand how to protect yourself. I'm particularly disturbed by the fact that at 5 years old you were alone, without any type of supervision. That means the adults in your life, likely your parents, weren't there to ensure you were kept safe. That's their job, McKayla. So those adults in your life failed you. Please seek out some form of counselling or therapy in order to help you deal with the effects of these assaults, and to help you gain some perspective. You didn't deserve to be sexually abused. You certainly deserve help for the fact that you were. Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me.

From Victim to Victory, a memoir
Darlene Barriere
Webmaster: www.child-abuse-effects.com
author. speaker. survivor. coach
From Victim to Victory, a memoir

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