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Child Abuse Story From Vicki2

by Vicki
(Orlando, Florida, USA)




The abuse started when I was approximately 3 years old and continued until sometime in my 16th year. My step-father was the first. I can remember him showing himself to me and telling me the names of all the "parts". He would make me fondle him, and he would touch me. Usually he was drunk when this occurred, but there were times he was sober. My mother was not around – she was always at work when he approached me. Sometimes he would pick me up at school and take me down a back road. I don't remember the specific words he said to warn me not to tell, but I clearly knew I was not to tell anyone, especially my mom.

As the years went on, I had a vicious love/hate relationship with him. I wanted so much to have a normal, loving father, and I hated him for ruining that. We never talked or had anything to do with each other. He certainly was not there for me emotionally. The only thing he did was provide for me financially.

There were other men, as well, who abused me. My real father met me when I was 11—I stayed a summer with him and his family in Washington. He treated me like a girlfriend, kissing me and holding my hand. I wanted him to love me and hoped he would let me come live with him – anything to get away from the violence in my home with my step-dad. My step-dad was loud and mean, a vicious drunk. In comparison, my real father was soft spoken, funny, handsome, and I desperately wanted him to love me. But as time went on and he continued to treat me like a girlfriend, I understood that it was not to be.



My step-dad had a country band, and I would go with my family to hear the band play music at various bars and clubs where I grew up. It was a racy lifestyle for a child, and teen. I was hit on by older men all the time. They would dance with me, and flirt with me like I was an adult.

Other men abused me - men from church that I respected and looked to for help.

It has taken me years and years to understand how much I need therapy. The abuse affected me in every way possible. Now I'm just trying to get back in touch with that little girl that was so mistreated and abused. And show her the other side.

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Child Abuse Story From Vicki2

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Oct 28, 2008
Therapy CAN be life-altering...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Vicki, it is not unusual for an abuse survivor to take "years to understand how much [s/he] needs therapy". The reason for this can be varied. What often happens is that the person plain old gets tired of the effects they've suffered for years, effects they sometimes did not recognize as effects at all because that person was so wrapped up in the illusion that all was—is well; which of course isn't. What can also happen is that certain memories or situations are triggered when the person enters into a particular stage of life that awakens the realization that s/he needs help. I'm so glad that you reached that point, regardless of how you got there. Congratulations!

Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me. I wish you all the best in your work to "get back in touch with the little girl who was so mistreated and abused". I know only too well what you are going through. I also know that going through it is life-altering. You certainly deserve such life-altering...revelations.

Vicki, as a rule, I post additional installments a day or two apart from one another; I will post your second submission either tomorrow or the next day as a story of healing and recovery.

Darlene Barriere
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir

Dec 15, 2008
How similar we started to be abused
by: Vicky from Boa ratonc

My name is Victoria and was born in Boca raton. I rememner when i was very little my mum wil drive almost every week-end to Orlando. I now realized she may unconciously felt i was being sexually abused by my own father. I do not have to write how it all started all I have to do is to read your story which is very simiklar to mine...i was only three years old. i am now 13 and forced to live with him, still being sexually abused as nobody will ever listen to me or believe me what started as a game it has become a routine a weekly routine

vicky

Feb 23, 2009
reply to Vicky's comment of 12/08
by: vicki

Hi Vicky. I haven't been on this site in a while and just saw your comment to one of my posts. I am so sorry to hear that you are still in the middle of the abuse. I know how you feel because I was there. I can tell you that keeping the secret is the worst thing you can do. The things that are happening to you can take a lifetime to deal with -- I am an example of that. Please, for your safety, sanity, health and well being --- find someone you can trust --- an adult -- a school counselor or nurse -- a police officer -- someone needs to know what you are going through. You are only a child and you are a victim -- you need someone to know so they can step up and protect you. My prayers are with you.

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