"not yours"
I was about 9 when it last happened
It felt like a dream
Those type of dream that shake u awake
Except that dream was his manly hairy fingers
Rubbing against my clit when all I wanted to do was sleep on his lap
I was too young to realize what was going on
Uncomfortable
But I still managed to sleep because eh, this is what adults do right I won’t understand
It was beautiful outside
I played with the autumn leaves and raked them up into pile and threw myself at them
and then he calls me in
Instead of the rake I was using; I saw his, plain and sight
And he just stood there
There’s much more to this but I rather just let it be a small secret still.
I’m 22 now and this dispute has not changed.
He is a great husband and he never ever could possibly do this to his goddaughter, that would make him a horrible human being and his family would crumble. Instead I’m the liar
The nuance
The crazy
The trying to ruin their oh so perfect fucking family
He didn’t care about me or my innocence or me blossoming into this world
Hurt he caused does not own me
He does not own me
Poetry
It’s horrible that so many children have stories just like this, and it doesn’t seem to stop. There doesn’t seem to be a solution. Thank you sharing what I’m sure is a very personal and traumatic experience.
Far too many victims of this type of abuse go unheard. Often times it is the perpetrator who is set free, while the survivor is left to suffer the consequences of trauma and guilt. I applaud your bravery in sharing your experience. Continue being the strong person that you are.
Wowww, I am moved by your bravery and inspired by the fortitude of your words. The way you freely, show your vulnerability with such grace and such determination, truly reveals your vigorous character. You show your readers that being honest and vulnerable in who you are, does not make you weak, but rather powerful. It does not make you fragile, but rather stronger.