There Is Hope

In second grade I was sexually abused by my father. It was unbearable during the summer months while my mom was at work. He begged for me to come into his room and do things to him as he tried to do things to me. One day I got past the guilt and decided not to go into the scary, guilt ridden room. The naked contact soon stopped, but he continued to touch my private areas and stare at me up and down everywhere I went. I began to wear layers upon layers of clothing regardless of how warm it was in the house. I also avoided eye contact whenever possible. When I walked past him in the hallway, he would reach down and try to touch me as I ran for my life back to my room. He would stare at me sexually and make faces that characterized the sick thoughts in his head. I felt so guilty that I couldn’t even tell my mom.


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