12/19/2025
Tell Somebody!!!!! And don’t stop until someone hears you.
I was sexually assaulted by my mom’s friend, who babysat us, and later by my bio father.
I was 5, when my mom’s friend watched my 2 brothers and I one night at his house, where he lived with his mom. When it was bedtime, he had my brothers lay on the floor and me on the bed with him. When my brothers went to sleep, my mother’s friend lifted my nightgown and he touched my privates. I cried, and he covered my mouth and hushed me, and told me everything was OK. I ended up telling my mom what happened that night, and she took me into the bathroom and downloaded a lie detector test on her phone. The test said I was lying, so she didn't believe me and said he's been a trusted friend. I later found out he abused more kids. The elementary school I went to, he used to babysit other kids and pick them up from school, just like he did to me and my brothers. He had a bike with a wagon, where he hauled kids home. She ended up losing custody of us, and that’s when our s***m donor got us in his hands. I told him what happened to me, and he said "I'll kill him if I ever see him, how dare someone hurt my little girl.” One year later, my s***m donor was giving me a bath, when he began to wash my body with his hands, instead of the loofah he usually used. He touched my privates, but I was young and thought all dads washed their kids like this. More happened, I just can't remember it all.
On my 11th birthday, I went swimming. When I took a shower to wash off the chlorine, my s***m donor walked in because he said he had to use the restroom. I can only remember lying on my back, on a white towel on the bathroom floor, with blood under me. When I was in middle school, our family stayed with friends until we got on our feet. Us 3 kids stayed on a bunkbed, and a mattress on the floor. But none of us liked sleeping on the floor, cause the house was infested with rats and they would crawl on us at night. It was just too, much, so often times my s***m donor would have me sleep in a tent with him and his girlfriend, outside. When his girlfriend would leave to watch TV in the house, it was basically free game for him and he’d abuse me. I’d lie and say I was scared of the dark or it was too cold, but he would come get me out of the house and bring me to the tent anyways. Nothing felt right, and I always woke up hurting down there. A zebra printed blanket on the air mattress, empty alcohol bottles, used condoms and trash everywhere. I didn't know until years later, that those condoms had my self worth drenched in them. He never used a condom on his girlfriend, those were all for me. How did I not know, or at least remember any of it? I just remember the pain after. Thankfully he is in prison, facing 26 years to life. It just sucks that I couldn’t be the one to put him there. I guess someone saw one of the incidents, and reported it to someone. I am 17 years old now, almost 18 in March, and me and my 2 brothers are healthy and happy, no longer being controlled or feeling unwanted.
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