Child Abuse Story From Tarrah
by Tarrah
I was 10 years old. You were in your 50's. I was 10 I loved my grandparents, my father always dropped me off at their house because he wanted to be with his girlfriend. She didn't like me, because I was the daughter. I was always daddy's little girl until she came along. My grandparents always took me, i would stay at there house every weekend i was supposed to be with my dad. I was to young to understand anything, or realize what was really going on. I would sleep in the middle of my grandparents at night, everynight we would watch forest gump; i am now completely scard from that movie. My grandmother would fall asleep. My grandfather would fall asleep (so i thought) id try to fall asleep. I would start to feel hands on my body, my grandfather touching me, i thought he was doing it in his sleep until i got a little older to realize he wasn't sleeping and nobody could do that in their sleep. He even went to the extent to put his mouth on my breasts. I would get up and go into the other room feeling uncomfortable. One day. It took me and my cousin to find a home video, we always loved playing around with the video camera. I found a video of me sound asleep with my shirt up, and underwear on (i always wore that to bed) someone video taping me sleeping. They got closer, pulled my underwear down and there was my bare vulva on a camera. I knew it was my grandfather, no questions asked. I took the video to my mom, i kept quiet when I was with my dad. I was afraid to tell him, but i wasn't afraid of my mom. I told my mom we tried to watch it so she could know what I was talking about. We took it to the police. And The skit was gone. I needed my proof. The proof was gone, completely. He denied it. Everyone stopped beleiving me, and I was lost and everything got ignored. My mom and her side of the family beleive me from this day, but nobody else... They don't know the pressure and emotional effect they put on a 12 year old and to grow up upon that. I hope one day, it will turn from scars to stars. Until then, i still have hope. I want my time to shine. To this day I was forced upon that family always getting disrespected when I would come around, and I knew leaving that time being around my grandfather I would have to hug him, or I would be disrespected and treated horribly. And I would dread thinking about leaving. I am not speaking to my father to this day, i am now 17. A very wise bright girl, i just hope my day comes soon.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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