I was 3 years old when my uncle started raping me. It went on for many years until I turned about 5 or 6. I kept it to myself because he was always telling me no one would believe me and that if I told my parents they would hate me. It’s hard going on throughout your life living with all that guilt and hatred towards yourself. I was in my sophomore year of high school when I finally decide to tell my parents. It was the middle of the night and I was scared so I woke up my mom and we got into a big fight when she asked what I was hiding and to that I responded some things just can’t be shared. She asked again and I broke down crying. I had a kept a journal to write down my feelings and in one of my entries I had written about my rape. So I tore the page out and shared it with her. She woke up my father who didn’t believe me (he still doesn’t) and my mom and I were crying and crying because she couldn’t believe that something that had happened to her when she was young could happen to me at such a young age. To this day I still have anger issues, self esteem issues, and issues with trusting the men in my life. I never pressed charges so he still is out there walking around probably still doing it. And I feel it is my fault that it might be happening to other girls because I hadn’t spoke out sooner. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
— Alexis Nunez, age 18