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8M (me) 11F (cousin) 12M (cousin) were at a family function just playing house (it just dawned on me that 11-12 year olds don't play house and that the only reason we played house was for this) until it was night time in which we all got in the bed I lied at the bottom of their feet as their child as they had sex in front of me not even .5 foot away from me I just hid in fear 10M 13F 14M my older cousin led us into the woods and told my female cousin to strip she complied and then they started going at it with each other I just stood silently observing this horrible sight; seeing my female cousin in such a way felt so wrong to me my cousin then asked me to join him and I did, I was clueless just stood their as it happened; biggest regret of my life this one mistake started a snowball effect that still haunts me 12M 15F 16M yet another family function my cousins were drinking this time and came up to me hammered and asking me to come upstairs we end up smoking weed and my older cousin starts to tease my female cousin; by this time this ordeal had happened at pretty much every meeting of us I had even started pleasuring myself watching them (I never got involved because I wanted to keep myself) this time however my older cousin has fallen into a drunk slumber and my female cousin was already "ignited" she came up to me and said "lucky for you ive been ignited and all I need is for someone to come diminish me" (I remember those words 1:1) my female cousin then took my purity from me, I didn't even try to fight her or try to ask her to stop I was telling myself I didn't want to yet I pleaded for her to help me I still don't have it wrapped in my head if I was a victim or if I was just as predatory as them, I know that my older cousin started manipulating my female cousin and I didn't stop him because I enjoyed it, yet again I was 10 years old I couldn't grasp the gravity and severity of what we were doing I even viewed it as just complimentary and normal and that we were just helping each other, but the other part of me hates me for it.

I was sexually assaulted by two teenagers when I was 17 and extremely intoxicated. One of the rapists was my high school best friend's brother. This story is 35 years old but needs to be told in order for me to start healing. A repressed memory came flooding back 5 years ago, after finding a photo of a trip I took with her family, the place where this assault happened. I've silently tried to process it alone, but I can't keep quiet any longer. I hope sharing my story will help others come forward and start their healing process. It's never too late! I'm finding more and more friends who have similar stories and only by sharing my story had allowed them to share theirs. I feel like it's paying it forward a little.

I was around 14-15 I was assaulted by someone I know I was so scared for such a long time scared to share my story but now I’m ready He used to always make me feel really guilty for the things he did to me He used to touch me inappropriately he was older I thought I was to blame for a while I blamed myself for what happened but I realise now that I need to share my story to help others out there struggling I fell into unhealthy coping mechanisms everyone handles trauma differently but I found help and reached out to friends and family and shared it with them

My own mum didn’t believe me even though I had no reason to lie. Do you know that pain of telling something that really happened and having all the proof in your head like if they could just look inside your memory and it would be right there? My biological father got back together with my mother when I was still in primary school but he missed much of my upbringing. It started when I was sixteen and got nabbed smoking weed in a car with two older boys. They were arrested but I was younger so they called my dad to come pick me up and let me off. He left work and took me home. They told him I was undressed and I told him the truth that I was having sex with both of them but I never did anything like that. He called me a slag and tart while scolding me about it. I begged him not to tell mum about it. I was crying. He took advantage of me sickeningly and agreed to not tell her if I had sex with him because he liked skinny girls like me and mum was not skinny anymore and he needed sex. In my emotional state I agreed crying and that was the first time. The way he treated me changed and he was nicer to me and less critical and meaner to my brother who was his favorite before then. I don’t get along well with my brother and so I liked that change. I had sex with him a total of 28 times in 389 days. I know because after the second time I started making a heart symbol on the calendar in my room so I even had the dates. It became part of my bond with him and even though I was ashamed for anyone to find out it was actually something my stupid muddled mind thought was okay briefly. I was his willing accomplice and now it makes me want to sick to think how I acted. Then I watched the movie ‘The War Zone’ in our home one night with my mum and one of my friends. It was about a father who had incest with his daughter and even had a younger brother in the family that discovers it. I started crying to the point my mum sent my friend home and then I told my mum the truth. Everything I said was true and she did not believe me! She told me I made it up based on the film. I brought my calendars out and felt foolish that my only proof was no proof at all. She is an intelligent woman who manages a Store. My father denied the whole thing. I did not know what to do and telling her had really messed up my life at home. I was eighteen by then and moved in with my grandparents who did not know why but my mum never believed me and my dad kept up the lie, not even admitting it when I talked to him alone. I tried to record him once on my phone and he would not say a true thing about it even though he let me put my hand down his pants and touch him while we talked without stopping me while I begged him to admit it just for a second. It made me almost think I was crazy. As much as it gutted me I had no proof and had to just leave it because it was that or block my family out of my life. The biggest pain when I go over it in my mind is not that I committed incest with my dad which is sick but how my mum just did not believe me at all while I was telling her the whole truth, over and over and begging her to believe me. I would cut off my own toes for her to just believe that I did not invent this terrible thing based on a bloody film! For NO REASON!! To me the pain of not being believed is the worst part. I see some other people here deal with the same thing legally and with family. My soul goes out to you. I BELIEVE YOU.

Name HE LIVED IN THE HOUSE BY THE ROAD AND I CANT PASS IT WITHOUT CRYING OR EVEN GO TO MY HOMETOWN HE LIED ABOUT ME HE HAD FRIENDS WHO I LIKED WHO NEVER KNEW AND STILL LIKE HIM NO ONE KNOWS THAT I AM REALLY TELLING THE TRUTH HE CALLED ME UGLY HE HID ME IN A CLOSET HE LIED TO ME HE TOLD ME I WAS FAT HE SCARED ME SO MUCH HE THREATENED ME IN THE SCHOOL HALLWAY WITH MURDER IN THE PARK AT SCHOOL IN THE HOUSE IN THE BASEMENT HE GOES ABOUT HIS LIFE LIKE HE NEVER HURT ME I HATE HIM I WANT HIM DEAD I WOULD OUT HIM BUT IM SO AFRAID OF BEING OUTED FOR STUFF I DID AS A KID I WOULD LIE AND SAY THINGS THAT WERENT TRUE BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID OF BEING LEFT ALONE PEOPLE WILL REMEMBER THAT AND NOT BELIEVE ME BUT ITS TRUE