Child Abuse Story From Norma S
by Norma S
(Texas, USA)
My story began when I was 9 or 10 years old. My mother married her first cousin which means he was my second cousin. I was taking a shower and he came in the bathroom to (he told me to get his deodorant) but he stayed there and just stared at me. I started to get very nervous and I got out to get dressed. He told me to stop getting dressed and go into the bedroom to talk to him. I did as he said because he was suppose to be like a dad to me. He made me do things to him that a 10 year old shouldn't be doing! He never actually raped me until I was 13. It was molesting for 2 years and then moved to rape. I never told anyone out of fear. I waited till he got me pregnant and I had the baby to tell my family. My mother of course blamed it all on me and told me I must have given him the impression I wanted him! How dare her! I was a child! I till this day have people suggest that part of me must have enjoyed it because I waited 7 years to tell anyone...really?? I'm still messed up emotionally from this and I'm 34 years old. I can't talk to anyone about this anymore. Everyone thinks that just because you have a penis inside you that some part of you enjoyed it...why? Why do people think this way? I'm starting to think maybe I will never recover from this.
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