Child Abuse Story From Trish D
by Trish D
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When I was 8 years old I spent the summer at my grandparent's house. During the three months I was there my cousin, who is 2 years older, did things. It started off with him rubbing my arms and him giving me back massages as he whispered "Shhh don't tell". It eventually escalated to him putting his hands down my shirt and pants. After a while I had become conditioned to where he didn't need to whisper in my ear because I knew the "rules". I remember at least one occasion waking up from a nap to him on top of me and both of our pants down. I feel partly to blame because I never told and I did nothing to stop it. And there's that little voice in my head saying that I must have done something to deserve what happened.
Ten years down the road I experienced a trigger and ended up telling someone for the first time, my college roommate. I almost feel like I betrayed him by telling (though I know this is an irrational thought). I'm currently going to counseling. I've been going for about 6 months now and I'm still carrying the guilt, shame, and embarrassment with me. I still shake when I talk or even think about it. I also have a lot of gaps in my memory from that summer: not really sure if that's a good thing or bad thing. I feel like a baby sometimes because compared to others my ordeal wasn't that bad, but I'm still experiencing crazy strong effects.
It was only a summer, but he took so much from me. I'm afraid of relationships and I have trust issues. I just wish the gaps in my memory would just expand to include that entire summer.
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