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When I was 7 I was raped by my next door neighbor. An older man, who I saw as a second father. He was my parentās best friend.
He groomed me by being my best friend, and buying me gifts, and asking questions about my body, and acting like we had a secret friendship.
He groomed me by being my best friend, and buying me gifts, and asking questions about my body, and acting like we had a secret friendship.
He would give me money and tell me not to tell my mom. He would teach me how to play basketball and tell me not to tell people his patented tricks. He would touch me and say it was our secret.
One day his wife had go to her motherās and we were alone.
One day his wife had go to her motherās and we were alone.
He asked me to sit on his lap and I did. I felt his hands wander. I felt his hands eventually hold my hips, I felt pain.
I tried to get up and run. But he had me by the waist. I cried and he comforted me. As if he was my hero and friend, while also my abuser.
I tried to get up and run. But he had me by the waist. I cried and he comforted me. As if he was my hero and friend, while also my abuser.
I was so filled with shame I withdrew into myself.
Years later he died from lung cancer and I finally told my mom.
She didnāt believe me. She couldnāt believe such a good man would do something like that.
She thought, and still thinks I made a mistake.
Years later he died from lung cancer and I finally told my mom.
She didnāt believe me. She couldnāt believe such a good man would do something like that.
She thought, and still thinks I made a mistake.
In case you ever wondered why I take believing women so seriously.
The rape hurt, but not being believed hurt far worse than anything he could have ever done to me.
My relationship with my mom has this wound in it, forever. I love her, but I always doubt she loves me back.
The rape hurt, but not being believed hurt far worse than anything he could have ever done to me.
My relationship with my mom has this wound in it, forever. I love her, but I always doubt she loves me back.
Iām not ashamed of my rape. Iām not a victim of it, Iām a survivor.
Iām not scared of men, Iām not stunted by this.
I refuse to allow this one moment to harden my heart.
But I see this pain everyday reflected in other women.
Enough is enough.
Iām not scared of men, Iām not stunted by this.
I refuse to allow this one moment to harden my heart.
But I see this pain everyday reflected in other women.
Enough is enough.
