When I was 13 I went with a friend a year older than me,to a party we got there late so we decided to go home we met a friend of my brother his name was Darren, he had a bottle of whiskey so we got drunk with him, my friend went home and left me with Darren, All I remember is passing out and than waking up with my panties pulled down and my denim skirt pulled, I still don't like to believe anything happened, but deep down I believed he raped me, yet I still block it out, even justifying his behavior because of my stupidity Another time when I was 14 I went with another friend to her boyfriends place and he had his friend over who was 28 or 29 Anyway we all got drunk and it was cold, so this weasel guy said I could sleep in his bed and he wouldn't touch me(liar) At first it felt good, him touching me like I never been touched before, than he proceeded to have sex with me, I thought I was obliged to he wanted to go all night, it got boring, he didn't even use a condom, My marriage is now ruined thanks to these sick men. I hope this has helped me in some way.
I am 36 years old. I was married in 1988 and separated from my husband in 1991, divorced in 1992 raising our daughter on my own. In 1993 I became reinvolved with my first love, who was a wonderful man, but unfortunately an alcoholic. Eventually his alcoholism was something I could no longer live with and didn't want my daughter exposed to. In September of 1996, he moved out and I tried to move on with my life. Looking back, I realize how vulnerable I was.
In January 1997, I met the person who I thought was the man of my dreams, but was really the person of my worst nightmares. Our relationship moved very quickly, I got pregnant and considered an abortion, but he threatened to leave me so I had the child, another beautiful daughter in December 1997. In the summer of 1997, my oldest daughter, who was then 7 told me that her step-father had exposed himself to her. I confronted him and he denied everything. Wanting to believe him, I convinced myself that she had confused herself as to the identity of the person.
In August 1999, his niece, who was 12 told my daughter that he had French kissed her against her will. At this point in time, I knew that denial was no longer an option. I went to his sister and together we pressed charges. He was arrested, plead guilty and subsequently received 3 years probation. He continued to contact me to see his daughter and I advised him that he would have to get a court order. For 6 months I heard nothing. One day I saw him on the street and felt scared for what I thought was no reason.
The night of the rape, I received a hang up call. Went to bed and awoke to the dog growling. I got up, went into my living room and he was standing there. I screamed at him to get out of my house. He started choking me and saying that if I didn't shut up he would kill all of us. I told him I would do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't hurt the girls. He forced me into the basement, where he ripped off my nightgown and raped me. Afterwards, I said whatever I thought he wanted to hear including how much I loved him and wished we could still be together. He left believing me and thinking he was safe from prosecution. He was wrong. I am still healing and find each day brings new obstacles, but I am confident that I will become a SURVIVOR, there is no other option
I don't know why I chose this point in time to reveal what has happen to me...maybe because I can finally say I am on my road to recovery. I'm 22 now. It is all due to a great guy I met, I push him away a lot and keep to myself but he stays understanding with no request in return. Thank you babynuma.
It all started back as early as 10, at least that is when I first realize what was happening. Waking up so many nights shivering, I found out a horrible truth...my brother was raping me. I remember him telling me that he needed to check if I was going to have my period soon. He made sure I was comfortable and pulled down my panties, he then continued to put his finger in me, it hurt so much but he was my brother...what was I suppose to think. It stopped for a while. At around 12 I was really interested in guys and it started all over again, this time I remember him, I don't know how he got me to thinking what he wanted, but he said that if I wanted guys to like me, I had to know what guys like and he would show me. This was when he would make me get into different positions and rape me anally as well. This went on and by this time I knew it wasn't right but I couldn't say anything.
After a few months, I guess he heard my period came late and got scared, it stopped...at least I hoped it did. At 16 I met this guy who I thought would finally be the one to build up my trust in men. He knew exactly what to say and what to do, but I soon found out that wasn't all that was on his mind. But I am not able to share this part of my life yet. But hopefully soon I will with the first guy I can call, My Friend.