For so long I've wanted to share my story instead of
holding it in as I've done for many years. When I was 5 years old I was
sexually assaulted by my uncle and although I've blocked most of the events out
of my memory it is now when I realize that that is when all the pain began. My
mother was a heavy drug user and I watched her growing up shooting up drugs and
prostituting as a means for money to get drugs.
By the age of 6 she began to sell
me to a man in exchange for money. The sexual abuse and rape I encountered from
this man is to terrible for me to even put in words he would gag me tie perform
horrible acts of violence and sex on me while my mother watched he would take
pictures and record all of it ...eventually DCFS stepped in and took custody of
my brother and I away from her since we were constantly left home alone for
days with periods of no food. We were placed in care of an aunt (sister of my
father I never knew) since my father was dealing with his own drug problems.
Everything seemed to be getting better but after a while the stress of my aunt
taking in 2 children that were not hers began to build and she became very
emotionally and mentally abusive.
By my 11th birthday her fiancé
began to molest me and with the fear of being horribly raped again I went to
school and told a teacher...my aunt called me a liar and at 11 put me out
leaving me confused and feeling alone. I began to smoke weed daily and hang out
with a gang. By age 15 I became sexually active with a man twice my age. I
looked for love through sex and found myself being used and abused. By 16 I
underwent 2 surgeries for masses found in my ovaries...I was still without any
family and practically on the street on my own.
I devoted myself to school knowing I would
never have anything or anyone but myself and my knowledge. I graduated high
school a year early and worked 10hr days so that I could live in my own place
and provide for myself. I continued my studies and after 2 years found myself
working in the medical field as an administrative medical assistant...
I eventually got married and am
now a mother to 2 amazing kids my son 3 and my daughter 1...my husband recently
has become abusive and has cheated on me with other women but u know what i am
25 years old! And as young as i am I have survived sooo much.
My life should be full of joy and
I wouldn't settle for less so I began the separation process I work 2 jobs now
and I support myself and my kids with no help from anyone! Some days are
tougher than others ! Having no real family can make u feel alone but having
kids makes u want to be super human especially since I have to make up for the
grandma and grandpa aunt and uncles they don't have.
The trick really is not letting
someone tell u your worth but instead giving your life value. Just recently I
began radiation for cancer cells found in my ovaries at 1st I felt scared but
now the real fear is fear itself...there's nothing I can't overcome unless I
tell myself I can't! I hope my story inspires at least 1 of the million young
girls who are raped and abused and feel like they will never overcome their
pain or sorrow. Because even though the past stays with u ...u can always use
it to make u a better person...MY PAST IS WHAT MAKES ME A STRONG AND WONDERFUL
MOM!!
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