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I was a victim of child sexual abuse when I was 7 years old and my cousin's stepbrother was 9 or 10. He abused me for two years. I told my mother what happened, and his parents punished him. Most of my family didn't believe me. In a conversation with my mother, she told me I had probably made up the whole abuse and that I was a liar, and I cried a lot that day. My grandmother is proud of him because he's a doctor in Germany and has a good life, while I'm trapped. I can't stand being touched and I can't get over it, even though I've been to therapy. Yesterday I saw his Instagram and felt bad because he moved on and I didn't. He told me it was a secret and I trusted him (the three of us were alone because my uncle and his wife -who is the mother of my abuser- are doctors so they were always in the hospital). They would leave the food ready for us and he (A) would put it in the microwave. A pulled my pants down a little or lift my skirt (if i was wearing one). When A was on top of me he was kissing me- it was overwhelming and i couldn't focus on anything else but his breath and voice, he was grabbing his crotch, but I didn't understand what he was doing. We were playing normal with his little sister and then A exclude her from the game to be alone with me so A put her in front of the television so she wouldn't focus on us and was distracted. Then A guided me to the room, he close the door to the room he shared with his sister (my cousin's bed was near the door and his wasn't), so he would make me lie down on the floor next to his bed so no one could see us. At first, I would get on top of him, but then he said I was too heavy to be in that position (I guess it wasn't comfortable for him to abuse me). That led to an eating disorder that I still have; I even developed anemia last year. I remember once I ran to the bathroom because something didn't feel right, but he started banging on the door but then I realized there was nothing I could do, I mean where would I go? My uncles locked us out. I remember once, A didn't close the door properly because his sister came in, and he straightened his clothes and pushed me under his bed, but his sister saw me and asked me what I was doing there, and I stayed there for a long time. And her sister got under the bed to keep me company; she was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear her, or maybe I wasn't paying attention. I think I'm broken, because his kisses and his voice in my ear were too much, and I never noticed if he ejaculated or if something else happened that I overlooked or never noticed because I never went to a doctor, my mom never reported him. And we couldn't count on my dad because he abandoned us and went off with the neighbor and treated her daughter as his own while the abuse was happening. That's why I lived in their house during that time; that's why the abuse continued because I was in the provinces and my mother traveled to the capital because of a false accusation my father made against her. A year later, my mother's half-brother baptized me with my abuser's mother, and I never said anything. I just smiled in the photos as if nothing was wrong while I hugged A. Now I´m 22 and I still feel sick and dirty.

Im 20 years old now but when I was 12, I was sexually Assaulted while visiting my Hometown. When I was 12, I had an odd sense of how I viewed love and attraction. For example, while visiting my hometown I often went out with a friend who knew many of the kids who also grew up there. She introduced me to a group of boys who were either family or family friends. I tried to be nice but they just kept putting their hands on me every chance they got. Even thought I knew it was wrong and felt kinda uncomfortable, I tried to like it and think maybe they think im beautiful or that im desirable. But that night one of the boys convinced me to get food with him. It was common for food stands to be in the alleys because the roads were very crowded with people. I went but there were no food stands, just a dimly lit alleyway. Before I knew it, I was pinned and he assaulted me. I felt like I left my body just trying to blank out everything. When it was done he left first and I was trying to process what happened. Prior to this, I didn’t know what sex was or even seen boys exposed. I walked out alone and saw my mom sitting with the other women there. I didn’t tell her. I never told her. I was too scared and ashamed. At one point I tried to turn it around and think maybe this was okay and Im finally a “grown up now” but no matter what, I kept coming back to how I just froze, I didn’t like it and it wasn’t okay. I tried to tell my mom when I turned 18 but i didn’t tell her the full truth. I just told her about the groping to see what she would say or think. She got upset and said “Don’t let boys do that or they’ll think you’re easy.” That really shattered me so I didn’t end up telling her the rest. I’ve pretty much kept it to myself for about 8 years now. And recently, I learned that he died in a motorcycle accident while on his way to work. He got hit by a truck. When my family heard, they were sad for him and his family. I wasn’t angry at them, they didn’t know. And i felt pretty conflicted because I wouldn’t wish this on anyone but I still couldn’t get over what happened. I just want to move on and maybe gather the courage to share this with my family someday. If not, im glad I shared it here. This is the first time I heard about this movement and my first time sharing it. Im glad I finally let it out.

Am I the oppressor or was I the oppressed? cousin ‌( A) So, I want to tell you that I come from a very backward community where children are not given sex education. They learn on their own, so I'm from region So now I come to the main topic. As far as I remember, I was 6 to 8 years old. I was playing sex games with my cousin. As far as I can remember, I I was touching her hips with my buttocks when a boy, probably five years older than me, saw us doing it. We ran away. We were in an open space. And my cousin was a year younger than me. As the boy saw us.He told everything to his brother, my cousin. who was one year older than me. He would beat me up in front of all the boys. Because the boy who saw us doing it told all the boys. They would get me beaten up by his brother and make fun of me. And I want to tell you that.Before that, I think I was molested. I don't remember exactly what happened. But I do remember that some of the boys I played with taught me things about sex. As I recall, the boys were being invited by me to call a girl. And one incident, a lot of the boys were watching porn, and I was watching it too. And I had forgotten all about it. cousin (b) And then when I was 14 I made two more mistakes. I don't know why I did them, because I was curious and naive. I was always sexually aroused. I had sexual thoughts about God. I don't know why, but My second cousin, the daughter of another uncle, who was five years older than me, was sleeping at my house. I had just returned from school. And I looked at her armpit hair and then I started looking at her breasts but immediately removed my gaze and then I bowed to her. When she woke up, I bowed to her without her knowing. Then, once, my sister and I were at my house, along with her older cousin, meaning there were probably five people, including me. So, she was my cousin and had come to look at my sisters' clothes. And I was with them. We took out clothes from the trunk and she tried them on and started showing them off. My sister and cousin were there and I started looking at her. Then one cousin said, that is, scolded me and said, Will you stand here and watch me naked? And I walked away in shame. Now I would like to tell you that my cousin who was five years older than me once hugged me.And I knew about his affair.I saw her with her boyfriend once. She was involved in sex work.so I saw it as a sexual incident. cousin (c) Meanwhile, a cousin, my father's cousin's daughter, and several other boys were playing hide-and-seek. I went and hid near her, and her body touched mine. And I felt good.Then I kept touching her as a game. I didn't feel bad because my cousin used to do that with a cousin. And he was the same cousin who used to beat me. Then that same night We were all watching TV. Then, pretending to be asleep, I touched her waist, even though she was awake. Now I feel very ashamed. This was wrong. I ignored his body language.But I used to touch her playfully. She never refused, and I don't know why. Once, she clung to me, but I didn't like it because her breath smelled bad. And she once mentioned porn.Because my brother and his brother were watching porn, she said, "Your brother is watching it." I said, "I don't know." But she said, "You know everything." I remained silent. I don't know why, but I was scared. How could she say that?And this cousin sister was 2 years younger than me, I was 14 years old and she was 12 to 11 years old when all this started. And all this came to my mind from 2023, I had forgotten it before that. I feel very ashamed I'm not able to move forward in life. I was beaten a lot as a child. Whenever those boys talked about sex, My mind It was a good thing. However, it probably didn't harm anyone because I never forced myself. My family was very strict; they wouldn't let me talk to girls or go out anywhere. I don't feel like talking to anyone.

I could never remember my childhood well, even as a kid. But I started to be hypersexual at 3, and so thats when I believe me and my brother started touching (hes 3 and a half years older). When I was 12 I remembered and told my parents, my mom freaked out and screamed at me. She said it was my fault and that it wasn't too bad if I didn't tell anyone. I fear thats she's right. When I was 14 and in deep psychosis, I felt like there was more to remember. I started to feel my brother's hands over my body and mouth. I remembered us having sex 3 times. The first time when I was 6 and the last when I was 8. One of those times he was hitting me and pinning me. I dont know how real those memories are because I recovered them in psychosis. I started doing really bad cus all I could think about was me and my brother fucking. A couple of months ago I remembered my brother fucking me with his hands around my neck (which was painful). Im so scared that really happened because I see my brother daily and hes my best friend. Im worried ill remember more.

As an only child, I had no one to look up to really as a kid. But I always looked up to my Dad. Even though he was never really around due to work (although Mam worked more than he did and still found lots of time to spend with me), I still idolised him. He was my hero. He would always say 'Dads know everything - remember that', so lying to my dad (even little white lies) were pointless. Though when I hit 13 I began to realise he actually DID know everything. He knew what myself and my friends would talk about, he would know exactly where I was and who I was with without even needing to ask me, and I would always wonder why. In reality he had my phone tracked and could read all my messages. Now that I have been through the court system and he has been imprisoned for the abuse he inflicted upon me, I can confirm that he was in fact grooming me from the age of 13. About a month after my 18th Birthday, began the horrific 7.5 year abuse that I suffered. My Dad, masked for the first 2 years as a stranger, blackmailed me into performing sexual acts with strange men in our home - the one place I should've felt safe. When I finally realised it was him, I couldn't tell you how it then turned into just open ended abuse and rape from him. He would advertise us as a couple on hook up sites and in order to avoid physical beatings I would go along with it. I feared for my life so much that endless rapes and sexual assaults were easier - imagine that being the easiest choice - until you're in it, you just don't know how you'll react. I stopped going out, I gave up my hobbies, whilst in college I gave up my part time job - he controlled every single part of my life. And if I even let my "everything is rosey' mask slip even for a second, especially in front of my Mam, well it just doesn't bear thinking about. Fortunately for me, once Mam did find out, he was gone out of my life within 30 mins. Unfortunately, he went on to groom and abuse others after that. He was convicted, and is currently serving his prison sentence - but the fear of him stilll remains.