10/06/2026
My mom told me I needed to make money for her, and she pimped me out.
The first time I was s*xually abused/assaulted was age 4. It was my female babysitter. She did it on top of the bunk beds, in her parent’s trailer, next door to ours. I didn't tell anyone, for a very long time. By the time I realized it wasn't ok, I understood that she had to have learned it from someone. By age 9, I was acting out. They should have asked who messed with me, instead of "Are you pregnant?" while I was throwing up one night. Skip forward, to when I was 15. I was at a friend's house hanging out, and they slipped something in my drink. I only drank half of the cup before feeling weird. I was told years later, that my r@pist had paid the person making our drinks. My mother and I did not have a good relationship, once I got older. She taught me that basically as women, we are only s*xually useful. I got 'BJ 101' before the age of 12, and to use my body to get something I want. Then, later in life she admitted being jealous of me, and was constantly asking me if I was sleeping with her boyfriends. She was a long time addict, that I had been taking care of my whole life.
At age 11, my mother remarried and I absolutely hated him. He would want me to sit on his lap (his father also asked this) then would rub all over me. I explained how uncomfortable I was, before they married. She always told me to tell her, if any of her men made me uncomfortable. She still married him. My mom’s new husband used to say I needed to be whipped bare bottom, around age 13. Years Later, my mom told me "It’s time for you to start making us money.” She pressured me constantly, and then told me that I would be having s*x with her ex, that I had raised so many past concerns about. "I'll give you as many pills as you need, to not remember it happening." I spent too much time letting people touch me without my consent. That's all I thought I was useful for. This led me to go down a very dark road, for years. Since then, I have reclaimed my body. Consent is HUGE for me. I have also done extensive therapies. One day, maybe, I'll attempt to date but for now, I'm happy being single. I have a set of friends, that won't let me disappear into my head. SAY SOMETHING. I know it's tough, and I know it sucks. But SAY SOMETHING TO SOMEONE, because it truly does feel good to speak up. 🎈
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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
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Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
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