Child Abuse Story From Taylah
by Taylah
(Canada)
A Life of Prostitution:
When I was little, I always saw my mom dress up and go out at night, leaving me alone with my daddy. I once saw her come home one night bringing some man with her. When I asked her about it the following day, she told me it was a way of her making money and that it was normal and daddy knew about what was going on.
So when I was 7 years old, my daddy told me when I was older I would be doing what my mommy did and I should be trained. My daddy began to touch me in my private places and he made me touch him. I didn't like what he did, but I also didn't know what he was doing was wrong. I didn't know any better.
My daddy told my mom to dress me up like she was dressed up when I was at home, which gave my dad an opportunity to touch me and take pictures of me. Just before my 9th birthday, my dad told me I was to do my mommy's job soon and I had to practice. That's when he raped me. I remember feeling so much pain and crying when it happened. But still I didn't say or do anything about it.
A few weeks later, I heard my daddy tell my mom to get me ready. My mom made me wear loads of makeup and I got dressed in those clothes that I wore at home. I heard a knock at the door. My dad opened the door and a man came in. The man came in and said I was a pretty one and began to stroke my hair. My dad picked me up and then went to my bedroom and the man followed. You can guess what happened there. When it was over, I saw the man give my dad money.
My dad sold me for sex for years. It wasn't till I was 11 years old I realised that what was happening at home wasn't normal. When my dad and one of the men that came for sex tried to do it to me I screamed and said no. That's when my dad gave me a lashing and raped me. For days I was locked in my room and sex was forced on me.
When my dad stopped locking me in the house, I decided I needed to escape. I managed to run away. I went to the police station and told them my parents just left me on the streets. I was put in care for a while, but then lived in a foster home, and finally experienced what it was like living in a normal family.
Six months later, I finally told someone about what happened to me all that time. My foster parents convinced me to get counselling, and I am glad I talked about it. I still have nightmares, but I am trying to deal with it.
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