Am I Dreaming #3

I was a little girl, about 4 years old. We were at my grandmothers house and she lived on a horse shoe shaped street. I was playing out front and got bored, so I went around back to see what fun I could have. The back was just as boring as the front. No kids were outside playing at all. I saw someone’s door open and I just walked in un announced and without knocking. The house was three doors down from my grandmother’s house. I had no clue that I was supposed to knock first. As I walked through the kitchen, no one seemed to be home. It was awfully quiet. As I walked into the living room, there was a crib and inside the crib was a baby. The baby was laying peacefully playing with his toes. I stared at the baby wondering what it was like to be a defenseless baby and why his feet fascinated him so much.

All of a sudden, I did not see it coming. Someone grabbed me from behind. Next thing I know, I was hoisted in the air and brought back down head first into the baby’s crib. That’s when I noticed that the baby did not have a diaper on. My face was right up on the baby’s genitals and I could hear a voice say, “Suck it.” I screamed and clamped my mouth shut really tight and screamed through my closed mouth. Whoever it was tried to get me to perform oral sex on an infant.

Somehow, I broke free and was punched hard in my back. Then there was this sinister laugh that rang out as I ran from the house and back out the door I came in. I was terrified and felt like they would hurt me bad. I didn’t tell anyone. In fact, I never told anyone. You, my blog readers are the first to know about this. The situation replayed in my mind over and over until the next unfortunate situation took over my thoughts.

written by Joan Nyobe

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Being 56 is wonderful. I have so many new and jumbled insights on life.
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1 Response to Am I Dreaming #3

  1. Bridget says:

    You are not alone Joan I have childhood horror stories also.I just make it seemed like they never happened.Push it to the back of my mind in that little black box that doesn’t get opened

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