Child Abuse Story From Sarah

by Sarah
(Texas, USA)

I grew up without a father figure. It was always just me and my mom, and times were always tough. Money never came easily. My mom often worked 16 hours shifts to make it possible for us to get by. Then, when I was 11, my mom met HIM. From the start, I loved him like a father. He was the man that all the kids joked with and tackled. And I was going to be lucky enough to be his stepdaughter! I felt so blessed.
I was eleven or twelve when he touched me for the first time. Mom was pregnant with his child, my little brother. There had never been any men around, and I was completely unaware of the boundaries. My mom was at work that night. I was certain that I was going to start my period soon, and I wanted to be prepared. I was in the bathroom, reading a tampon box .He told me that he would show me how to put one in. I followed him into my bedroom and somehow, I do not remember how, I ended up without pants or underwear on, legs spread, laying on my back, at the end of my bed. All I remember is him "teaching" me, talking in a soothing voice the whole time, telling me about my vagina as he explored it himself. I didn't understand it, but it felt bad. But I trusted him too much to say anything. He was my daddy! He would never hurt me.
He told me not to say anything, and the touching stopped for a little while. When it started up again, less than a year later, he knew that I was a little more weary of him, so he waited until mom was off working and a he thought I was asleep. He would "accidentally" let me fall asleep in his bed. I would wake up in the morning with him rubbing his finger up and down on my crotch. That happened five or six times over a course of 6 years. There are probably more, but I'm still uncovering memories. Those 5 are just the ones I remember specifically.

I wish that was the end of it. When I was in 9th grade, my mom worked at petsMart. She worked closing shift for about a week straight. During that week, when I was thirteen, he took either pictures or video of me in the shower. I never got to see which it was on his phone. He also peeked around the curtain. At first, I did what I usually did and pretended everything was fine. Near the end of the week I finally decided to take a small stand. I hit his phone with my sponge and asked him what he was doing. He stopped using the camera phone after that, but throughout the entire time I lived with him, he made a lot of "accidental" visits with me while I was in the bathroom changing or undressing to shower.
There were several smaller events, but those are the ones that come to mind right now. I always felt that i could never tell, because i would split the family. We would be poor again, and that would make things harder for mom. I would lose all of his family. But I have a little brother, and for his sake, I had to tell. All of my fears came true, but things werent like i expected. Life is a million times better now that i am living without fear and my mom without a controlling husband. CPS has already been involved, and I'm in counseling, and I'm getting better. And he can never hurt me again.

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