When I was six, my mom remarried to my step-dad. Several months after he moved in, I was sleeping in their bed during a bad storm, and he slipped his hand in between my legs. I got up and I ran back to my room. From then until two weeks before my 18th birthday (I am now 20), he sexually abused me almost every day.
My mom new about it, but since he had been a police officer, he was very good at brain-washing us, and making us believe that it was partly our fault. He also had a gun, and whenever I would threaten to tell someone, he said he would kill himself, and that I didn't want his death on my conscience. Finally, after 12 years, my boyfriend (who did not know about this) convinced me that I didn't need to be intimidated by him, and basically broke me from his grasp. I kicked him out of the house.
I have an absolute fear of police officers, and with my real dad, I have always been afraid that he might try something too, even though he hasn't. My step-dad was such a monster, but really good at making me believe that he was doing this for my benefit. I think back now, and wonder how I ever let him touch me. I told someone this year for the first time, and now all the feelings I had once hidden have all started coming back.
If you are in a situation like this, please say something to someone. Even if it will make your life hard for a little while, in the end it will not only save you, it will keep this person from hurting someone else.
Well, what can I say to start off with? I’m a mother and I just can’t seem to bear with the situation that just happened in the past 2 months.
I had been happily married for 25 years with a wonderful husband and two daughters. The eldest was 12 and the youngest 6. Life seemed to be normal when I began noticing that my husband late in the evening wouldn’t be sleeping next to me. For years, I never made anything of it after asking him what was going on. He just said he either sleep-walked or went to watch TV. I would catch him on occasion just doing that. Unfortunately, I am a very sound sleeper so only a jolt or something would wake me up…which is why my husband could predict my movements.
Just two months ago, I woke up suddenly earlier than I normally would. I discovered he wasn’t with me…so I decided to check up on him. I searched for him but didn’t find him around so I began walking towards my eldest daughter's bedroom. Her light was on which surprised me since she already went to bed around 11. It was 2:30. When I got to the door, I heard moaning, grunting, and movement sounds of a male voice and whimpers and squeals from my youngest daughter. I flung the door open to catch my husband naked…raping my precious baby…she was only 6! She was on the floor crying and next to them my eldest daughter was naked whimpering because he had finished with her. I tried ripping him off of her…but he was too strong…and I could swear I never saw my husband this way…he kept going at it…even when I hit him with a chair…he didn’t stop until he emptied himself…Finally I pulled him off…but his…penis was stuck in her…I beat him…and clawed…and he finally punched me and ran off.
I grabbed my daughters and put something around them and ran for the car. He tried to stop us…but I had no intention of being there anymore. We reported the incident to the police while at the hospital. When they arrived, he had committed suicide.
I had learned later, that my eldest had been abused since she was 6 also…and that only the day before, my youngest…”died” by her father…I was one day too late to rescue her. I have been in the pits of despair and guilt for not protecting them. How would I know? Please write to me.
One day I was at a friends house and I slept over. She has a older brother and he had some friends over but it didn't bother me because I knew them. Well it all started when her brother and one friend left to go to the store and my friend was in the shower. That left me and *mike* downstairs by ourselves.
So we decided to watch a movie. I sat at one part of the couch and he sat at another. After the movie started (my friend takes long showers) he started getting closer to me and started to go up my shirt. I told him NO! but he continuied. I went to scream but he covered my mouth. Then he threw a blanket over us and he contiued to touch my breasts. I pushed his hand away but to him this was just a little game of playing hard to get. I WAS NOT PLAYING! I wanted him off of me and NOW.
But it didn't stop. He them began to unzip my pants and touch me down there. Then he began to figer me, even in the anus. I was so discusted with myself. Then he began to lay me down but just then my friend came down and he stoped. I know if she had not come down he would have raped me.