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I was s*xually abused by my mother, and her boyfriend. I don’t regret a lot in life, but I definitely regret NOT spe...
24/01/2026

I was s*xually abused by my mother, and her boyfriend.
I don’t regret a lot in life, but I definitely regret NOT speaking up & telling my story sooner. At the time, I feared more about what would happen to my mom (who allowed the abuse to happen) & my little sister, more than what was actually happening to me. Especially since the abuse was coming from my sister’s dad. He had been in my life since I was 6, but he waited until I started developing at age 11 to s*xually abuse me. He actually presented to my mom, the idea of "family game nights" once a month but with a twist, we had to be topless. His way of hiding his predatory motives behind it and to make my mom comfortable with the idea, was he suggested that the idea came from "our roots.” That he wanted us to embrace being topless, like they do in some parts of Africa. Most of the s*xual abuse took place during those so called family game nights, and most of it right in front of my own mom. I was also allowed to drink wine coolers, probably in hopes that I would get drunk and become even more vulnerable. But thank God I always stayed in my right mind, with my guard up, because deep down inside I always knew the situation wasn't right. But I was conditioned to stay quiet. My mom would always tell me "what goes on in this house stays in this house," so I knew better than to tell anybody about what was happening to me.
During the game nights, we would play lots of games and the loser would have to do some kind of s*xual act on the winner, a lot of times I was the loser and he was the winner. Yes my mom even participated. He was also allowed to physically punish me because of my grades, which were bad because of what I was going through from him. One night, he whooped me naked with a paddle & after the whooping I was made to stand outside on the patio for hours naked. He died from congestive heart failure about 10 years ago, but my mom was still dealing with him and I still had to face that man till the day he died. I wanted to believe that all these years my mom regretted what happened and was sorry, but we recently got into a really heated argument over thanksgiving holiday and during the argument I yelled out "that's why he's dead" and my own mom’s response was "I wish you died.” I'm a breast cancer survivor and that hurt real bad, she even said my kids didn't love me. All these years I stayed quiet to protect my mom, only for her to hurt me time and time again. We have bumped heads my whole life but I would always move past it because I really love my mom ,despite all she put me through. All I wanted was to be equally loved by her. SPEAK UP

19/01/2026

Good morning you all

18/01/2026

Let's Go

18/01/2026

Afternoon engagement

18/01/2026

Let's grow our pages

18/01/2026

I was 9, when I was r@ped by my mother’s boyfriend.
Hello, My Name is Leslie Lake-Allende, and I need you to know something first before I share my story: I was a Little Girl who was born unwanted, whose first breath was met with Silence instead of Celebration. I was 7, when he first started abusing me. I was 9, the first time he crossed the line, from touching to taking. Nine years old, when over 200 pounds of adult male weight crushed my small body into the mattress. When pain tore through me in ways no child should ever understand. When I bled onto sheets, while my mother slept on the couch in the next room. I wrote a book called “Her Voice at last,” that holds the truth I was too terrified to speak: that s*xual abuse doesn't always happen in dark alleys by strangers—sometimes it happens in your own bedroom, by the man your mother brings home, while she chooses to leave you alone with him night after night. I lay frozen in fairy princess pajamas, feeling my abuser’s cold hands explore my nine-year-old body, hearing his breath quicken in the darkness, tasting my own silent tears as I begged God, my father, anyone to make it stop.
And when the assault was over, when he wiped away the evidence and told me I was "ready now," I stumbled to my mother—half-naked, trembling, desperate—and she wouldn't even wake up. This is what childhood s*xual abuse looks like when the person meant to protect you, becomes complicit through her silence. I told my mom when I was 12, but she didn’t believe me. She acted as if she was worried, but she never followed through—she never pressed charges, never went back to court, and never protected me. If you know what it feels like to have your body violated while your voice stays trapped in your throat, if you've carried the shame of abuse that stained your childhood, if you've wondered why speaking up felt more dangerous than staying quiet—every word in this book was written with your pain in mind. I'm not offering you pretty metaphors or gentle healing. I'm offering you the raw, unfiltered truth of what it takes to survive when the world fails you and the fierce, messy work of reclaiming yourself from the wreckage. Your abuse was real. Your pain matters. And your healing starts now!

18/01/2026

After being molested twice as a child, I was so scared that I would end up having a hard time with my s*xuality.
I was into girls very young, and my innocence was taken away so early by an older girl, when I was just 5. I knew way too much, way too early. Then a family member and a neighbor, also harmed me. I couldn't understand why, but I forgave. God has made me so forgiving. I learned later in life, that God would take care of them. I should have told somebody to protect others, but I was scared. I can't let myself worry over that though because I was young. Then later on in life, God protected me AGAIN, from being pulled into child s*x trafficking. We had traveling evangelists that came to our Church, telling my parents I was called into ministry and they wanted to mentor me. These men were pedophiles and the Pastor missed it. They took young boys and s*xually abused them, and then sold them to other men. I was protected by the hand of God so many times.
While this was happening, that evil spirit that was in the Church, is what lead to the molestation by my neighbor. That was right as I was entering my teen years. If it wasn't for God, that spirit could have taken me over but by his grace, God didn't allow it. I have so much to thank God for, and I could easily see how the enemy could have taken over my mind, and lead me down a different path. God has always been there for me, even when my life wasn't perfect. For years I didn't ever think about my testimony, because I forgave and hid it for so long. It was by the grace of God, that I'm able to share more about His love and protection. God is an amazing God, and though this is what I dealt with on the surface, God through Freedom, destroyed it at the root. It’s time to share your story public. Today, I’m who I am because of my Heavenly Father. I was born Brandon, but God made me BrandNew.

18/01/2026

Good morning

17/01/2026

We no longer wait for goodnight texts, we pray and sleep. 🥺❤️🙏🤣

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