Eliso show, here is a story from one of my friends. Sometimes i sit down where no one can see me and i cry for hours on end about some thing that happened in my life so long. I always tell myself that it shouldnt bother me now that am all grownup, but i think its getting worse as the years go by. When i was a kid i was molested by my a friend of my father not once, twice or thrice and by then i was still 9 years old now am 22 years old. This happened when my mother passed away and left me with father and my two siblings. I didnt know what was happening that i would be this tormented later in life. The bad part about it all is my dad, is an alcholic and when he drinks much and gets mad about me, he calls me alier. He always tells me that it was my fault. I cant really explain exactly how i feel when i remember those incidents, but i keep asking myself why he did that. He used to come to me with a knife and put it on my neck and told me that i had to be good or else he will cutoff my neck. Losing a virginity for a child is surely a thousand times worse. I dont cry for myself. I cry for that kid.... the horror i must have felt before i finally accepted my fate. After all this time, i cant confront him, ask him why he did it or if he has any idea how much he messed up my life. I see him all the time but am afraid - afraid that revealing what he did to me will breakup a happy home. He is now married and about to have a third child. Cant by-gones be by-gones. I ask myself.? I know there are many more like me, suffering in silence, telling themselves that it happened a long time ago and its so disheartening that we should be so many and that list is getting by the day because we and those in our families who know about it keep quite.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 09:24:25 +0000
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