Child Abuse Story From Name Withheld

by Name Withheld
(California, USA)

Seven Years: 
I was 5 when my 14-year-old cousin came to live with my mom, me, my dad, and my little sister that was only about 5 months old at the time. Me and my cousin had to share a room.

The first time he ever touched me was when I was sleeping...at least he thought I was sleeping. I didn't know what he was doing but I felt him put his hand down my pants. He stopped. I guess he got bored.

The next day my dad went to work and my mom had to go to the store. He laid me on my bed and unbuttoned my bottoms and I could feel his finger. I didn't yell or scream or fight back. He did that to me until I was twelve.

He would do it to me whenever he had the chance. When it was cold and we were in the car he would ask my mom if he could bring a blanket and he would finger me under the blanket. He touched me while my little sister was watching, when my dad would go outside to smoke a cigarette.

He did it to me every day.

He stopped when he moved away. He was 21. I haven't seen him in 2 years, and I still have nightmares about it.

When I was about 12 and a half, I moved into a new house and my favorite little cousin (Ryan) had a friend that lived down the street. He would come over and we would hang out all the time. But he had a weird obsession with my boobs. He always wanted to talk about them. One night when he spent the night I was laying on my bed thinking and then I heard the door open. He came in and made a bed next to my side of the bed (my sister was asleep in the same bed as me). He laid down and I pretended to sleep. Then he touched my boobs and pulled my shirt up. I pretended to wake up and he pretended to fall asleep. I walked out of my room so fast and went to my cousin and told him what his friend did and how it brought back memories (Ryan knows about my cousin). I started crying. His friend eventually came back to his room and slept there. Ryan promised to not fall asleep and watched his friend the whole time (I slept with Ryan that night). In the morning Ryan told him to go home and that they couldn't talk anymore. His friend also stole $200 from my uncle.

I'm trying to deal with all this and trying to recover. I'm 14 now, and only 4 people know about all this. My parents don't know because they might hate me or think I'm disgusting.

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