11/17/2025
Tell Somebody
My stepmother sexually abused me, for years.
I am a motherless child. Not because my mother wasn't there, but because the woman who was supposed to be my caregiver, became my tormentor. She, along with my father, stole my childhood. My abuse began at age 7. It was a psychological war waged by my stepmother, who felt threatened by my bond with my father. When she couldn't win my primary affection, she began a campaign to control my identity, branding me as "hot in the a$$ and fast." She created a "scapegoat" to carry her own rage and insecurities, ensuring that if I ever spoke up, no one would believe me. The sexual abuse was a calculated violation. It didn't begin with a motive of pleasure, but with a cold, strategic goal. Her gratification came from ensuring I wouldn’t be a virgin. It started with her having me "hunch" her, and then it progressed to her inserting her fingers inside me while I was in the tub or in my bed. My father was a contributor to the abuse. His violence was physical—beatings with belts and extension cords. He would tell me, "Your mouth is going to get you killed," silencing me and reinforcing the terror that kept me from speaking out for decades.
For years, my stepmother couldn't have a child. This was likely a case of psychosomatic infertility, where her own chronic stress and obsessive rage against me created a state of internal war, making her body inhospitable to conception. My pregnancy at 14 was, in her mind, the ultimate validation. She had "won." Only then, with her mission complete and her psychological stress released, could her body relax enough to conceive. I live with Complex PTSD. I developed an "emotional guard dog" as a survival mechanism, but now it pushes people away, leaving me isolated. It sabotages my ability to function. I go through periods where I am on track, fighting to build my life, and then I crash like an airplane. I check out from the world—no cleaning, no cooking, no showing up for myself or my business. Right now, I am behind on my bills, facing the terrifying possibility of eviction. The voice of my abusers echoes in my head, telling me "no one wants to buy from you.” It keeps me from marketing my products, from working, from being consistent. This is the living legacy of abuse: a constant battle against the ghosts of the past, that threaten my present and my future. With that being said, I did write a book called “A Motherless Child” that’s available along with other products on: beacons.ai/thewolfetteofwealthstreet This is my story. Not just of what happened then, but of the daily fight to survive the aftermath. It’s the story of reclaiming my truth and learning to be my own protector, in a world my trauma has taught me to fear.
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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
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