Child Abuse Story From Patricia

by Patricia
(Canada)

Never have I told my story, here goes. I’m now 66 years old and still remember my abuse every day...it’s hard to remember back to the exact time the abuse, knew I had to be carried around. Then a few weeks ago found out my abuser lived with my mother and brother and I after my mother became widowed at 20. Dad was killed in the second world war at 20, leaving a son and preemie baby, me, alone.

My mother’s brother and his wife rented a room from Mum for a couple of years. So I’m not surprised if that opened the door to my abuser having access to me before three. It was oral sex at the age of three to fondling, all outside the home after my uncle and his wife moved into their home down the street. Often he would molest me in his car or in the garage, sometimes in the bed when I would sleep between him and his wife. They would take me overnight, as Uncle Kenny loved me so much. This went on until the age of 10, then I would run away from him. I never told anyone, not my mother as she was verbally abusive and beat me all the time, so it was not a good childhood. I could go on and on. But I will tell you without telling all the details that unlike Oprah said, there wasn’t any pleasure. It did not feel good and to this day I can still smell his dirty body....

There were other times that I was abused outside my home by other men. It’s like they knew which child was the one. I was lucky that I was never killed....

I’m sure my aunt knew....

When I was older I told my mother. She never once asked for any details, never said I’m sorry this happened. There are many reasons for that, I know. She has her own issues with a horrible childhood. And she grew up to be a fine outstanding citizen. Loved by all. Maybe because she left home and never had a relationship with her mother.

My one regret was not having him arrested. My family would have been ashamed of this, and I just moved away for years....

In my heart I’m sure there is another little girl that had to endure what I did, and I could have stopped him...he’s dead now and had a big military funeral, all the wonderful things that were said...God forgive those that can’t see what is sometimes happening under their noses.

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