ShiningNovaSorceress

This is a series of accounts that happened to me in my childhood, and adolescence. I am now nearly 23 years old, but memories of these assaults often come back to haunt me. When I was around eight, a family friend touched me inappropriately. He threatened to harm me if told, and he pulled my female cousin alongside the abuse. This lead to us stimulating acts, although we thought it was "playing", unaware of the harm we did to each other. When I was twelve, I was nearly raped by a male cousin. We were living at my aunt's place, and it happened over the summer. He laid next to me. At first, I didn't think it was wrong, since I often hugged with my smaller cousins. But he touched my arm in a disgusting way that made me feel icky, and asked me for a kiss. When I refused, he tried to pin me down and lift up my dress. I began to cry, and that made him stop. He left the room, and never talked to me again, while I was constantly alert the whole time I lived there. When seventh grade came along, I was at a middle school dance. I was a shy, awkward child, shaken up by cruel bullies and apathetic teachers. I was mocked because I was fat, dark skinned, plump, nerdy, all the like. Due to my developed body, I was wolf-whistled at by either my own peers, slut shamed, etc. Some eight grade girls had brought some older high school boys to party with them, but nope, they were looking for girls to have sex with. I was targeted by three, and I was pulled near the gym. I managed to run, but the incident left me traumatized and with an unwillingness to trust men other then my brother or family members. When I was around 13-15, I had transferred to a Christian private school due to the severe bullying that I had experienced in my previous middle school. I was questioning my sexuality at the time, and I felt disgusting and dirty from my past experiences. I had crushed on a slightly older boy, and while he was nice, he was too into me. He often kissed and touched me without consent, and I was too scared to say no at times. My mother's reactions to our texts didn't help my fears, however. I am partially scared of intimacy, and I began to neglect taking care of myself as a defense mechanism against predators. But now, this year, I will focus on healing, and being the brightest person I can be. I will never let the fetid desires of a gross man soil me, or dull my sparkle.