10/15/2025
I can’t remember how old I was when the sexual abuse started. It was several uncles, and a cousin.
I remember the family was like in on it. I think my uncle must have touched his daughters. When my sister, brother and I would have to stay with them, 2 of his daughters would make me sit beside him on the couch. He would stick his nasty filthy hand in my shorts, and touch me. I would try to get up. He always grabbed me back. He would take my hand and put it on his nasty privates and squeeze my hand on it. All the while, his son and daughters stood around in the kitchen, knowing what was happening to me. If we had to stay the night, I had to stay in a different room. He would come in, and abuse me. I remember running out to the other room, to try to get to my sister and brother, and one of the girls would come get me and take me back. I don’t know which was worse, him ?? or them helping him. There was another uncle who abused me and after a while, I learned to stay clear from all of them. They are both dead now. I went to one of the funerals, just to make sure he was really dead. The other uncle was cremated. Im sure both are still burning. Later in life, I did find out the other uncle was also touching his daughters. I couldn't tell my mother and father, I was certain they would have killed someone viciously.
The cousin who abused me, I’m certain he will answer for his disgusting ways one day. I still haven’t forgiven the 2 daughters. God is still working on me in that department. I was reading some stories from other survivors, and I read several where they got away from one abuser, just to abused by another. Did we wear a sign? A sign that says take me I’m weak? Take me, I'm easily scared? I read about grooming, and later in my life a very close family friend, a childhood friend of my mother's did that. He always told me how pretty I was. He would bring me gifts, give me money, and take me places. Then one day it happened. He made his move. And I'm really not sure, but I was ok with it. I was around 13. I thought I was special. He was a pillar of the community. And he was wanting me, I was his princess. He use to tell me I was his, and one day I would be old enough and we could be together. Of course that never happened. He actually married another woman, and he convinced me it was for the best because we could still sneak around. And we did. His wife found out, but she did nothing. She’s still with him to this day. He never ever came around me or my family again. My mom and dad never knew, and were very upset because they never knew why he cut his ties with them. It was years of counseling, that showed me how twisted the abuse made me. The only person I ever told the entire story to was my husband. A man that truly loved me. He held me and told me I was just a child, that those were sick men and one day they would pay.
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