Child Abuse Story From Tiffany

by Tiffany
(Tennessee, USA)

He's not my Daddy, he's my Real Father: 
When I was very young, I don't know how old, my real father left me, my mother, and my brother to join the military. I remember talking on the phone with him when I was about three. I just remember feeling affection for him, and missing him. Recently, within the past few weeks, I have started having small clips of memories that don't seem real, but I know they are because of what he did later.

I remember laying on a bed somewhere, not at my home, and the smell of beer. I was wearing a big shirt (I was at least three, so everything seemed big to me), and it was mostly dark. I could see out a window. It was nighttime. I remember my real father leaning over me with his hand between my legs. Past that point, I don't remember anything else, but I get other flashbacks similar to that, just short clips of memory.

Now, fast forward. When I was 7, my mom married my stepdad (she was never married to my real father). He's still my stepdad. About a year later, my real father decided to try to come back into my life. He lived with my aunt, his sister, and we would visit him. It shortly turned into him babysitting us (my brother and I), then spending the night with him so my parents could go out or whatever. I remember specifically one day going straight over after gymnastics practice. I was still wearing my leotard. No one but my real father was in the house. He had pulled out the sleeper sofa in the living room. He laid me down on it, and pulled off the shorts I was wearing over my leotard. I told him I was wearing it and that I couldn't take it off, and he said not to worry. Then he pushed it aside and performed oral sex on me.

Another time, in the middle of the night, I woke up to him stroking my crotch area. I was still wearing clothes. I looked over to where my brother lay just a few feet away on the bed, sleeping. I looked at the blank TV and said, "I wanna watch TV!" He laughed and said "Let me play, first, then you can watch TV." I choked up, and I guess that he took that as me giving consent. He rubbed the area between my legs, stuck his fingers in a few times, then performed oral. I have no memory of anything more he did, if he did more. I know a lot of things were blocked out, and I hope to God they stay that way.

I remember crying one time when my mom said my real father was going to baby sit us. I begged her not to take me. She told me to sit in the living room and wait for her and my stepdad to get ready. I did. My stepdad went out to sit in the car, and my mom came into the living room. "I don't want to go," I whispered. "He did sex stuff with me." I was so embarrassed, tears running down my face. I thought my mom would be mad, but she wasn't.

She stopped and looked at me. "What?" she said.

"He did...S-E-X things with me..." I started crying so hard.

My mom called my stepdad back in. I don't remember what happened after that. The next thing I remember is sitting in a lady's office and pointing on a picture on a girl where he did things to me, and what he did.

After that, my mom said I would never see him again, that if I did, to tell her and he would be put in jail for life.

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