When I was 7 my father came into my room

When I was 7 my father came into my room, set me on his lap and touched me. I didn't really realize it was wrong at the time. I had grown up watching my dad rape my mom. He abused my 5 siblings and me daily. It was really just something else that happened. When I was 15 I was put in a mental institution. I told the DR I was seeing about it. He of course had to notify my parents of the charge I had made. Then contact the Social workers (DHS). I was really scared. The social worker went and talked to my parents and then came to me. My parents had shown her letters about me having sex. She said I seemed like a dishonest person. I couldn't believe it ... I started crying and screaming at her. I reached out for help and it wasn't there. Dr Bob made the worker leave. Nothing ever came of my confession. It was so hard for me to get out. It only seemed to cause more problems though. I am now 18 and married to wonderful man. I have a daughter and another baby on the way. But I live every day alone. It seems like no one really understands me. I can't reach sexual pleasure ... I have to pretend. For the longest time I have lived my life in constant agony. I am sick of it. I am not a bad person. I did nothing wrong. If only I could convince myself of that.
by Hurt and scared on 16 Feb 2005

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posted by Robert Heard at 6:19 AM