Child Abuse Story of Healing and Recovery from Sharon
by Sharon
(Australia)
I grew up in a family with a Mum, Dad, an older brother, and two sisters. In total there were four kids. My Dad was always close to my baby sister, he never really showed any love to the other three kids.
My Dad had a good friend, who idolized me, and I idolized him, he showed me love, that's what I thought then.
And then that's when it started, he would meet me near my place and drive me to school, I was 11 years of age. I thought him offering me a lift to school was so kind and nice of him, and then that's when it started, he started telling me how pretty I was, how good I smelt, and I felt loved, and wanted.
And then he started touching me. The touching to start with felt wrong and dirty, but then I just switched off to how it felt. This abuse kept going till I was 15 years old. And that's when I realised it was wrong. I could never tell anyone, as I felt so dirty, and I knew if my Dad found out he would never love me.
It was not till I had kids that I accepted what had happened, and I had two breakdowns, and that's when I spoke to someone about it.
And it is now I know I did nothing wrong, all I wanted was to feel loved, by my Dad.
And still to this day, when I am 43 years of age, with two teenager children, I feel loved by my husband, and by our children, and that's all that matters.
Don't ever be afraid to talk, don't ever be scared, don't ever feel alone. And have faith in your self, and feel proud.
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