Ok well i want to tell you about the time my boyfriend raped me. I was 15. He of course claimed that he loved me and he had taken my virginity so i trusted him.
He came to my house on a night that my parents were both at work. We were on my bed watching TV, i didnt want to have sex with him because he refused to wear condoms and he told me that if i didnt do it with him, he would force me. Well this night was really bad.
He told me he had never had anal sex before, well of course i hadnt either and i had NO desire to. i told him i didnt want to do it but he pulled my clothes off of me and flipped me over on my belly, i was fighting the whole time but he was stronger than me. Then i felt him enter my anus dry(sorry if im being graphic) it hurt me so so bad and he kept doing it. i was crying, beggin him to stop but he wouldnt. finally he finished and stopped.
i went to the bathroom sobbing and found out that i was bleeding. he did this several times, but i am very happy to say that he is in jail now and can no longer torment me. I am still working on trusting guys again. alot are supportive, but some just want to use you, i guess i have to have better judgement.
I'm a victim of incest, rape and molestation. my perpertrator's were my Dad and his mate Sean. My mother died when I was a day old due to complications from my birth so for the first 8 years of my life it was me my dad and his best mate Sean, and as far as I can remember I have it always used to happen all the time touching and pulling.
Then when I started school that's when the penertration started the reason behind this was because I was a big boy now and that's when you learn to have fun and do as your told. By the time I was 6 I knew how to give head to a head job, and I was raped up to 3 times a night by my dad and sean.
This went on for 4 years and the pain will never go away I told my teacher in year 3 that I could give a head job really well when she asked the class what are you really good at. The next thing I remember is a police officer asking me if I could tellthem what a head job was and who taught me my dad and sean were arrested and are both dead.
My father hung himself and Sean was beaten up in gaol and never regained conscious I now live with my uncle and have for the past 4 years him and my aunt are great and have been a big support to me I still see a counsellor once a week and am about to have my adoption by my aunt and uncle finalised in the next 2 weeks.
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I was eleven the first night that he crawled into my bed.
My adopted father showing me what I shouldn't let boys do to me. The first night he rubbed my yet to form chest and put his hand down into my panties. I remember him telling me to open my legs for him so that his large hand could fit between my small child legs.
He would come into my room when my Mom was out and there was no risk of him getting caught. She was out with her brownie troop and I was home lossing my innocence.
I can't remember exactly how many times he came into my room but I can picture the different bedrooms that it happened in. The first room was still a childs room with a doll house and comics in the night stand.
The second was a teenagers in the basement hidden from the rest of the family.
He moved on in his touching until he was performing oral sex on me. I would wake up with him sliding my panties off me. He would gently pull me down to the end of the bed were he would kneel on the floor until he was finished. I would pretend that I was sleeping as I let him have his way with me.
Holidays were no better. My Mom would go to the shower house and he would be instantly at me. Putting himself on my lips; I expect that he was hoping that I would statisfy him as he thought that he was doing to me.
For years this went on until I was about fifteen. One day as I walked by he grabed my breast as he liked to do, but this time instead of just slapping his hand away I SCREAMED at him. My Mom heard him and yelled down asking what happened, I guess that he desided that the risk was now too great and he stopped all touching.
The awful comments kept coming but it wasn't until lately that I've realized that normal parents don't talk to their chilidren in this manner.
This all happened almost fifteen years ago and I'm just starting to deal with it. Three years ago I had a little girl and I can't inmagine anyone hurting her. Having her made me realize that I can't ignore what happened, that it is important. I can now see how my abuse has shaped my whole life.
I have just started to tell my family what has happened. I haven't seen him in several months, I wrote him a letter telling him to stay away and he has. My brother and all my aunts and uncles believe me and support me. It's my Mom who is taking this the hardest. She can't understand why I need to tell anyone. She is still living with him and expects me to deal with this and then we can all be a loving family. She doesn't understand that I will never have him as a part of my life again. I have told her that she needs to see a therapist before we see her again. It's been two weeks since I told her; she is not in any hurry to do as I ask.
I'm starting my support group next month and I'm looking forward to dealing with my abuse and getting on with my life.