Thank-you for this site *Trigger Warning*
I'm so happy to have found a forum like this one. It's time for me to really understand and talk about some of the things that happened to me when I was young. Only one person, my partner, knows what happened to me, and though he knows a lot, I haven't told him everything. I think I've finally found the right place to tell my story.
I'm not sure where to begin. From about age 5 until 14 I was abused by my father. He did awful things. There's just so much to it and sometimes I get so overwhelmed by what happened.
My dad did things that are so confusing to me and the worst part is that he between the ages of five to seven, he sometimes involved another child (my cousin). Basically, my dad made my cousin do things to me. The first time I remember, I was five, and my cousin was about seven. I have a really odd memory of sitting on my dad's lap and my cousin standing in front of us and touching me. I can sort of remember my dad talking to him and how tight my dad's arm was across my chest. Another time I remember I was lying on the bed, my dad was next to me and guiding my cousin's hand to my privates.
I think that's what makes everything so much worse for me. I think of the things my dad did not only to me but how he had to go and ruin another child's life too. It's as if my dad would have left him alone if it weren't for me? Maybe that doesn't make any sense, but I don't know how else to word it.
I'm not sure where to begin. From about age 5 until 14 I was abused by my father. He did awful things. There's just so much to it and sometimes I get so overwhelmed by what happened.
My dad did things that are so confusing to me and the worst part is that he between the ages of five to seven, he sometimes involved another child (my cousin). Basically, my dad made my cousin do things to me. The first time I remember, I was five, and my cousin was about seven. I have a really odd memory of sitting on my dad's lap and my cousin standing in front of us and touching me. I can sort of remember my dad talking to him and how tight my dad's arm was across my chest. Another time I remember I was lying on the bed, my dad was next to me and guiding my cousin's hand to my privates.
I think that's what makes everything so much worse for me. I think of the things my dad did not only to me but how he had to go and ruin another child's life too. It's as if my dad would have left him alone if it weren't for me? Maybe that doesn't make any sense, but I don't know how else to word it.
Last edited by a moderator:

