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10/14/2025

When I was around 10 or 11, my uncle snuck into my bedroom numerous times to have s*x with me.
I was too scared to say “no” so, I would lay there pretending to be asleep, and let him. It made me feel like it was my fault, for not even trying to stop him. One night, he snuck into my room and was just starting to touch me when my grandma burst in and caught him red-handed. She started yelling at him and hitting him over and over, as he tried to run away. Then one of my aunts heard what was going on, and she started yelling at and hitting him. I was scared that once they were done with him, they’d come at me the same way because I never tried to stop it. But they didn’t, and I just went back to sleep. I thought that the abuse was over when he didn’t try to touch me again for a couple weeks, but, alas, it was not over yet.
He snuck into my room again. Only this time, I had the courage to say “no” and I had to say it several times before threatening to yell for grandma. He got the message and left. Next day, I told my grandma he tried again but this time I stopped him. She looked me straight in my face and said it never happened, and that her baby boy would never do something like that. It felt like a giant slap across my face. Since then, I found out he moved on to at least one of my younger cousins, before marrying an older lady with a young 14 year old granddaughter. He conveniently hung himself in jail after getting busted for ra**ng that girl. I have spent the majority of my life feeling partially responsible for what he did to those other girls. If I hadn’t stopped him from touching me, he wouldn’t have touched the other girls. But I now know it was 100% his fault. I only wish I could tell the other girls how sorry I am that he did that to them.

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10/14/2025

I was maybe 3 or 4 years old, when an adult family friend s*xually violated me.
My only memories of it are his face, smells, tastes of skin, and the feeling of being touched in areas of my body no one should touch on a child. I didn’t tell. I was so young when I was violated, that it took me 50 years to process and acknowledge what happened to me. I described what happened to my thera**st, and broke down when he confirmed my nightmare experiences as s*xual abuse. I developed breasts at age 8, and the 1st time an adult man tried to pick me up I was 10 years old, out walking my dog. It terrified me. The rest of my childhood and teenage years were full of adult men and older boys, propositioning me s*xually, “accidentally” touching me, rubbing their crotches against me, and making me feel like garbage.
I ate and gained weight to make myself disappear, it didn’t work. I went away to college hoping for a fresh start. Instead I was r***d by a friend’s boyfriend, also by a popular baseball player, and s*xually harassed and tormented by the friends of my 1st ra**st. I ended up binging on alcohol, and getting kicked out of college due to public drunkenness. My adult years following college were full of bad relationships, promiscuity, self hatred, eating disorders, depression, anxiety and no will to live, but no desire to truly end it all. The only thing that saved me was my Creator. My husband and I met at low points for both of us, and healed together. My life now is all that I ever dreamed of. With therapy and love, I am finally beginning to heal and find my worth.

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10/14/2025

I was molested by my teenage girl cousin.
The abuse started when I was only 6 years old, and she was 16. It lasted until I was 8. During the summer, my mom would send me to my grandma’s house for a few weeks, and my older cousin lived in the back with my uncle and my aunt. My cousin would watch me when my grandma would have to run errands, and that is when she would abuse me. At first, she made it seem like a normal game to play kinda like “house.” Once I started to question what was happening, she started to threaten me with violence and it became very forced. I was too scared to tell my grandma because my cousin said that my grandma knew it was happening, and if I said something she would get mad at me and punish me, and tell my mom I was bad.
One day my cousin had me locked in a closet with her while my grandma was cooking, and my grandma opened the closet and seen what my cousin was doing. That is the day it stopped! I think the hardest part for me, is that no one did anything to help me heal. No one talked to me about it. Everyone just kept her away from me, and that was it. Years later when I was 21, my mom passed away and my cousin showed up to my mom’s funeral. I wasn’t even able to grieve because I was so upset she was there. I wanted to yell in her face to go away, but I knew I would end up being the crazy person. Every time I think about what happened to me, I feel like I never got justice for what she did. And that will live with me forever.

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10/13/2025

I was forced to keep my step fathers baby, when I was 16.
I had multiple abusers. Mainly my father and step father. My father started abusing me before I was 5 and continued until I was 12, when my parents got divorced. My step father abused me from age 13 to 16, and stopped when I became pregnant with his child. And yes, my mother knew. Maybe not ALL ALONG, but long enough to do something, though she never did. At one point there was an investigation into my father, but it was made very clear that I wasn’t to tell the truth. There were threats and of course more abuse, and so I kept quiet praying it wouldn’t get worse. Soon my father was gone, and hell started all over again with my step father.
But before any abuse started, my step father was who I chose to tell about the abuse my dad did to me. Being a predator, my step father capitalized on it. “Go ahead and tell, no one will believe you” and similar lines, were said quite often. For the longest time those lines worked. At 16, I got pregnant. I told my mom about the abuse, and that it was my step father’s baby. She did nothing. She threatened to kick him out but didn’t, and they made me keep the baby. The second time I chose to tell somebody, was years after the abuse ended. I reached a breaking point, and reached out to the authorities myself. It worked! They took my monster, and put him where all the monsters should go. He died in prison many years ago. I told somebody and they listened. You don’t have to tell authorities and it doesn’t have to go through the justice system, but please, tell somebody. Don’t carry this all by yourself! There are ears that will listen without judgement, hearts that will love you no matter what and souls that only want your burdens to be less! Tell somebody, somebody will listen.

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10/13/2025

I wish that somebody would have listened.
I was 9 years old. It was England, 1967, when children could play outside all day. My friend asked me to go and play at his house - His two big brothers were there, The Taylors. Once I was inside, they told my friend to go and and shut the door. My memory is blank, until the moment I was in their bathroom and one of the boys told me it’s like milking the cow, and I will need to learn how to do it. After they let me go, I went home and tried to tell my mother but she didn’t listen. My father was very ill at the time, and died soon after. I became very withdrawn, and depressed. After those boys abused me, I started carrying a black flick knife and I made a back harness to carry it with me. I was prepared to fight! I am now living a peaceful life with my hubby, retired in Bulgaria with lots of cats. I was always told children are seen, and not heard. And my mom would tell me not to cry, or she would give me something to cry about. I hope now, there is more help for all children who experience bad situations.

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10/13/2025

As a child, I was s*xually abused by my mom‘s friend’s, dad.
My mom gave birth to me around the age of 17. She would need childcare, and her friend Julie’s parents were usually available. I guess they were retired. I remember hating going over to their house, because her father would touch me. I would sleep over with Julie in her bed, and he would come in the mornings. I was 4, when he would take me out to the workshop behind their house, and do things to me. I was told not to say anything to anyone, or I would get in trouble. One time, I did try saying something. He had me in the bathroom, and I must have gotten away from him. I started to run to tell Julie’s mom to smell my hands. He stunk. But he quickly sprayed cologne on my hands, before I could get to her. It was then that I realized, that he hid this from other adults. This continued until we moved to Missouri, when I was 6 years old. My grandmother had taken custody of me at the time, with my mother being unfit. My mom ran off to Florida with her best friend.
Missouri was a new start; there was safety there, but I felt too ashamed to mention anything. At that time, my cousin and I grew close, and I told him my secret. He let me know that it wasn’t right, and that I should tell someone. It wasn’t until I was 14, that I had enough guts to say something. I think the amount of shame that comes with it for anyone, let alone a child, is hard to overcome. I, of course, had issues with my marriage when I was older, but I have the most supportive spouse. We have been married for 18 years now. I grew more comfortable talking about the abuse, and went through therapy for some time. I can now say that I have forgiven Julie’s dad. Not for him, but for myself. I have faith in God, and I believe that even though He may not control someone’s will, He does lead us out of these times to be stronger. I have been able to help and counsel others, and myself. Thank you for listening, because sharing with someone opens up the doors to get the supportive help we need. Healing out loud, helps others.

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10/13/2025

My father s*xually abused me.
My father also abused my mother for many years. The abuse started by him forcing me to touch him, and then progressed from there. If I told, he would kill my mother, my brother and me. That’s what we believed. So, I never told. Oh there’s so much more. I tried to kill my father one night! The dbl barrell shot gun was always loaded. He had just beat my mother, so I pulled the gun from under their bed. He had passed out. I aimed, pulled the trigger. Click! I tried the trigger again, click! …. Someone gently turned me to my bed room, all while removing the gun, and the gun was never seen again until years later. I believe it was God. “Not tonight baby girl.” Anyways. Please speak up girls and boys, and please be safe.

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10/13/2025

My mother despised me because I looked like my father, who left and never came back.
She wouldn’t look at me or speak to me. She would stare at the wall, if I spoke to her. She loved to hit me in the face; I was to stand still with my hands at my sides so she could get a good swing. She said it “did her good.” She would shove food in my mouth, and hit me in the face while I was trying to chew. She would drag me by the hair. I was neglected and unclean, and then she’d acted disgusted with me. My mother left me alone with my brother every day. He would become excited to get me alone, where he would hurt and humiliate me. My brother would wake me up, just to slap me in the face and dare me to react.
My brother would kick me between the legs so hard that I couldn’t breathe, punch me in the face, kick me until he was tired, and he’d sit with his feet on me. His favorite names to call me were ugly, fat, or cu**. All day, every day I was called these names. As I grew up and developed, I became laughable to them. I bound my body flat to avoid my mother and brother’s comments. I ate my feelings, and then became even more repulsive to them. As an adult, my mother has slammed doors in my face, hung up the phone on me, and labelled me a liar and a fantasist. I have been robbed of the thing I love most – men. I adored men as a child, but I was not allowed to say “dad” or “father.” To this day, I can’t easily say the words. My mother didn’t want me to love anyone else… But I long to fall in love with a kind man.

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10/12/2025

My mom’s 4th husband, violated me.
When I was little, I used to hide behind doors in the closet and I always wondered why. In the meantime, I spent time wondering why my dad left after I was born. My mom was so lost. 8 kids and no good way to support us, which caused her to get married 5 more times. My mom’s 4th marriage was a man that seemed to care for us kids. We went on vacations, and moved to a nice house. As I was growing into a young lady, he seemed to take a special liking to me. I felt special. One day it started to snow, and my mom and sister got stuck at work. Our power turned off, so my step father said I had to go to work with him, and we would stay in the apartment over his shop. I had fallen asleep, and awoke to being touched. I was so scared, I couldn’t move. I closed my eyes tight, and I left that room in my mind. After that night I was so mad at my Mom, I gave her hell.
I wanted to be loved and I guess in my mind I associated s*x with love, which led to a lot of broken hearts. Drugs led to me losing my children, and caused them lots of pain. I’ve been r***d, kidnapped, shot at, and I was on crack for 17 years. When I started taking responsibility for my own actions and stopped blaming everyone else, I got clean and have been for 14 years! I prayed to this God I had been told about, time and time again. When I met my 2nd husband’s mother, I knew that God loved me no matter what I did. That marriage was a joke. I finally met a man God sent to me… and yes there is a God. This man loved me more than anyone ever had, so much so the memories of other s*xual abuse came to my mind. I asked God why now? I was 14 years into this marriage, and God told me I could handle it now. He was right. Those memories didn’t have the impact the devil thought it would. I’m in a lot better place. Thank you, for a place to share my story.

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10/12/2025

I lived with a child s*xual predator, the first 11 years of my life.
My sister and I, were molested by our father. It started at a very young age and ended when my parents got divorced, when I was 11. My mom said he liked to give us baths. He tried to get us to have separate bedrooms. Somehow, we refused. We had bunk beds, but that didn’t help. He took us separately in the other bedroom, and s*xually abused us. I remember MASH playing on the tv. The damage was done. I told my mom, but she didn’t believe me. They both denied it happened later on in life. I blocked out these memories for 3 decades. I believe I have disassociation disorder.
When the memories came back in fragments, I went to therapy. My 1st marriage ended in divorce. I had a son. My 2nd marriage ended in divorce. I had a daughter and stepson (who I consider my son). I am now on antidepressants, and antianxiety medication. My sister and I are both disabled, with psychiatric and chronic disease disorders. My sister lives in an assisted living home. I was a CNA then became a nurse at 40. Then I became a Reiki master. I’m the healer upstairs on YouTube, which I do to help people. I’m Kathryn Greenlee who became Kathryn Frost, who became Kathryn Brooks. I have severe memory gaps, but I want to help others.

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10/12/2025

I was assaulted at 5 years old.
It happens way more than we know. I’m sorry to my children, that I can’t let them out of my sight. My cousin molested me when I was 5, and she was a teenager. I remember it happening on two different occasions. I feel like it did ruin my whole life … but I’ve learned to forgive and move forward. I’ve learned to be grateful, that I can watch my children extra close and know the signs of abuse, because I didn’t tell anybody until I was 25 years old. Now my poor mother understands my behavior. When I was a child, the only time I ever peed in the bed is when I had to go to my aunt’s house, where my cousin lived. I’ve learned it’s so important that we share our testimony, so that we can help someone else.

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10/12/2025

When I was 5, I was s*xually abused by a babysitter.
I’m 74 now, and earlier this year my thera**st helped me recall the memories for the first time!
As a single mother, my mom had to work. She found a lady to babysit my sister and I, and that lady abused me. My mind completely blocked it out. At age 25, a co worker in a cult invited me to join. I did. Once I got in, I was hooked by the love bombing. Two women in the cult s*xually assaulted me at age 29, after I went to the leadership program. I was deprogrammed out of the cult in 1980, but that didn’t work too well. My body was out, but my mind stayed in for 38 years. I refused to believe anything bad happened to others or to me.
In 2007, I met a woman who was a child abuse survivor, and had co founded the National Association to Protect Children. She was abused multiple times by her brother. I helped work for her program. She said something about male survivor difficulties, that brought my memory back of the assault at the cult. I then broke my silence, and started therapy. Earlier this year, my thera**st helped me recall for the first time, the memories of my babysitters abuse. I’m still trying to remember more of what she did, but I know that seeing my baby sitter unclothed was scary and confusing to my child mind. A feeling that seemed to return 23 years later, when I was s*xually assaulted by the two women at cult. More memories of my babysitter’s abuse, seems to be coming to me as I write this story now! I turn 75, in eight days. September 28th. My child abuse is another example, of abuse being a lifetime event.

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