12/01/2025
I was s*xually exploited, and molested by various people and at age 14, I was r*ped.
It wasn’t the typical violent assault; instead, it was by a man I considered family. He was related to my sister, so I trusted him. When I visited their home, he would play-wrestle with his girlfriend and me, that was his way of grooming me. He was what you’d call a “cool adult.” One night, while I was babysitting at my family member’s home, he called asking for someone who wasn’t there. That’s how he learned it was just me and the kids. Minutes later, he knocked on the door. I opened it because I knew him, trusted him, and thought he was a cool adult. He lured me into the bedroom, and began to play-wrestle with me on the bed. Then, once he had me in the position he wanted, he assaulted me. I remember screaming “ouch,” and then he stopped. I went to the bathroom, and I saw blood. That scared me, so I hurried out, went into the bedroom with the kids, locked the door, and stayed there until my family member returned. Because of stories my friends shared with me about losing their virginity, I knew he had taken mine. He had stolen the opportunity for me to make the decision about who, and when I would give my virginity to. I never told anyone because by this age, I had already been molested by various different people.
At age 14, a 32-year-old woman befriended me after seeing me dance at a neighborhood jam. She groomed me by hyping me up while I danced, gave me clothes, and even became acquainted with my mother, earning her trust as well. When I was 18, I spent the night at her house. We slept in the same bed, and that’s when she made her move on me. A little while later, I was working at Taco Bell when a man came in sharing information about growing income. I listened and asked for more info. He told me to come to the furniture store where he worked. When I got there, he sat at the front counter watching for customers, and began sharing the information with me. But suddenly he stood up, walked over, and put his hands in my shirt. I just sat there, voiceless and powerless. Too afraid to speak up for myself, or tell him to stop. He only stopped because a customer walked in. I ran straight to my car and didn’t look back. As I drove home, I cried. I was more angry with myself, than with the man who just violated me. Out of all the times I was groomed, exploited, molested, r*ped, what this man did felt the worst. I say “the worst” even though worse had happened before, because this time I was alert, aware, and understood that what he was doing was wrong. I was a young adult, not a child, and still didn’t defend myself. I was too scared to speak up and protect myself, and still I did not tell somebody.
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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
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