Just when I thought I could Breathe…

I was molested from the age of 4 up until I was 12 years old by a myriad of different people. Most were relatives but there were also non relatives that would also touch me inappropriately. My oldest cousin that lived with us, stopped touching me at 12 years old because he started seeing girls in the real world and decided to leave me alone. I could breathe easy or so I thought until I was 15 years old. At 15, my virginity was taken in what’s now called, “Date Rape.” It was my fault for playing hooky from class and being led by a boy I had a crush on to an apartment of his friend. There was no one there and I walked right into that trap. The crazy thing was that after my virginity was taken, I felt like the guy owned me. And two times after that incident, I allowed this young man to have his way with me and fantasized that we would get married and live happily ever after. What a dreamer I was. At 17, another cousin popped up on the seen after being absent for years. He seemed nice and really cool. he was selling burglar alarms for the door. My mother bought some from him and he started making regular visits. The first time he kissed me, I let him. After that, it began feeling dirty and twisted. I put a halt to it and told him that was not acceptable. He said OK and things returned to normal. Or so I thought. He knew how to play chess and I wanted to learn how to play. So we agreed to meet at his house. I took my brother with me but he wouldn’t go inside. As soon as I went into the house, he attacked me. Trying to kiss me and feel all over me. I broke free from his grasp, ran out the door and back into the car with my brother and I drove off.  A short time later, my mother was told but nothing happened. He tried to hit on one other cousin. He eventually got married and that union ended fairly quickly with his ex wife’s family banning him from around any of them.

About jfarley53

Being 56 is wonderful. I have so many new and jumbled insights on life.
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