I worked for my first perp. The first night he riped my clothes off me and released his furstrations onto me. He bagan threatening me when I wouldn't release the last tatter of clothing that I could hold on. The already intense fear I was feeling before that intensified to the point that all memories stopped. Four months later is my next memory. [age 11]
I remembered the abuse with the next perp. The usefulness that my existance was. I was nothing but his little 'puppy', come when I was summoned into the bedroom, or be dragged in. There was no 'no', tried that once and paid the price. This went on from age 12 through age 20, until I went in the service. The last night of SA was the night before I shipped out. [ages 11-20]
My stay in the service was short lived and I was home 3 months later. I started a career path that was determined to keep me down. I delivered newspapers like the first, then I delivered mail like the second. At the post office, my supervisor, a friend of the above mentioned perp, would sexually harrass me. Grabbing and pinching my ass, calling me 'toots', sitting behind me watching my backside as I cased my mail, and telling me that I "owed her for my job". This sunk me ino a deep depression, leaving me out on the streets. [age 23]
I was pulling myself out to the depression and ended up making my way to my father's home to get back on my two feet. There my lovely step-sister thought I'd be here nice little toy every morning. Everytime I woke up, I'd have to push her away, get her off me. This one had to be my fault, she was younger than me. I packed up and headed back south. [still 23]
A few weeks in a tranisent hotel and some job seaching I found a job and several months later an apartment. The next summer I noticed that I had no feeling in one of my toes. I went to the doctor for it. He did his tests, then sent me to specialist after specialist until I ended up in the neurologists office. That neurologist was more concerned about my penile function than my toe. And was really concerned that I wouldn't get an erection for him. He tried what he could, but still no erection. Can anybody tell me what an erection for the doctor has to do with my toe. I stopped seeking medical attention. [age 25]
After that I began dating, an overcompenstation for years of not. I started out seeing four girls at once. I was still in a state of limbo, and would leave one's house, stop for a juice and end back at her house instead of the one I was going to. I couldn't handle it and started to drop them one at a time and kept the last one. And after 18 months, I was married to her the week before my 28th birthday. She was phyiscally abusive to me. I have permenant damage to my wrist. I have lost a good portion of hearing in one ear and it has continuous pain, that never goes away. After she told me that she "had the right to beat me", we parted ways, her via the police. The next night the second perp was there to "console" me. Yeah, right. I held off the advances. [age 29-30]
Through shame, guilt, and overall disgust in myself this was all kept secrete until I started to see a T for depression 1-1/2 years ago, for the total colapse in my marriage. The second perp again provide me with words to keep me down, how this is all that I deserve. [age 37]
In the past few weeks the summer that I had blocked out, at age 11, has started to come back to me. There is still a lot missing. But the scope and intensity is starting to come back. It started off with me remembering that he shared me with others, forced me to be with them. Last night and this morning more has come back, he wasn't sharing me, he sold me, rented me out, to them. [age 38]
"What possible reason would there be for a victim not to know that he was wronged by the age of 25, or move forward with a law suite."
- I didn't know everything.
- I was still in the cycle of abuse.
- I was full of guilt and shame.
- Who would believe me. The one prep lasted 8-1/2 years, it had to be my fault for going back time after time.
- I was in a state of deep depression that lead to me being homeless.
- I was still afraid of the perps. One still trying to assert his power over me.
There are more, right now this is what I have come up with.