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I was 6 years old and we lived in a semi circle at the end of a close so we were all close to our neighbours.
The first time it happened he was at my house in the evening while my parents were at a goodbye party for a colleague. He made me microwave mac and cheese, I spilled some and he made me go change, he got aggressive when I said it was fine so I went to change. I think he watched me because I heard moving outside my door. That night it was just touching and I was afraid. He held my hand on his crotch as well.
He asked me confusing questions about whether I had a boyfriend and if I ever thought about boys touching me. I was confused and nervous. He warned me not to tell or my parents would be mad at me and soon my parents came home so I pretended I was asleep and he left.
Then I was raped. He left me in the room for ages alone. I have never felt more scared and pathetic. On this night he started to tell me a lot of messy, twisted things about what my purpose was in life. He said that because I was this kind of person I would always have to serve men and do things for them.
I remember begging to stay overnight at school which had a boarding house one night which my parents thought was a cute ploy to spend more time with friends and managing to buy a few hours by going to a friends before going to Girl Scouts then I had to go back to him. On the final night before my sisters would be back he raped me again and he put the camera on the dresser so i dont know for sure but he may have filmed it.
But this night was really different. He was so violent and sadistic and he kept laughing at my pain.
He never abused me again but he was still around my neighbourhood and went to gatherings where I was a lot, I felt him taunting me. I remember on the last night I brought my favourite toy cat with me for protection, I think I left her there by mistake. He left town that summer and around 2 years later my parents told me rumour had it hed been convicted for sexual abuse of another girl.
I have lived in fear ever since. I have flashbacks, I remember every detail that way. When i was around i mixed with a bad crowd and there were year old boys who my friends liked because they bought them alcohol. My low self esteem and everything my abuser taught me means i let myself be used for degrading acts i wish i could forget.
I began to recover myself after a desperate suicide attempt and looked promising, but aged 18 I was attacked again when my friend drunkenly came back from clubbing to our hotel room with two guys and while she was busy with one, the other climbed onto my back under the covers of my bed and raped me.
I could have and should have stopped him- I had a boyfriend! This is the basic detail of my past, but it is not my future. My Story- tw rape, child abuse- use caution thejesscorner : I was 6 years old and we lived in a semi circle at the end of a close so we were all close to our neighbours.
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