At the age of 13, I got my first boyfriend. We went to the same school. He was 16. We were going out for about 1 year. He always wanted to do more things with me, but I always said “No.”
One day when I was 14, I went to his house for the day. When I got there about 4 of his friends were there. I didn’t see it as a problem. They were down stairs playing the game so I went up to my boyfriends room to watch TV. Later my boyfriend came upstairs and said they left. We started kissing but he was put his hand up my dress. I told him “No” but he keep going. After that things got faint. I don’t remember how, but my close were off and so were his. Soon his friends walked into the room and started getting undressed. They started to grab me and touch me down there. His friends were around there 20’s, and I was 14. They made me suck them off, and one tried to put his in me. I tried to push him away, but the others held me down. He shoved it in and I screamed. I started bleeding and he got rougher. Soon one of them did the same to my ass. None used a condom and they all released inside me. Luckily, I did not get pregnant.
Another time my parents left me home alone for a week and they got into my house because my boyfriend had a key. They did they same thing every day. I still didn’t get pregnant, but I got an infection and had to get stitches. When I parents found out they blamed me for letting it happen and not telling any one.
Now I have a new boyfriend and I’m 24. Im still scared of sex, but we take it slow.
You know your parents may have put that blame on you, but I see a strong woman who tries every time she’s been hurt seeing as you have a current boyfriend now. I hope he, as well as you, treat yourself with grace and gentleness as you get through your experience.