I was about 11years old, I dressed like a boy and wasn’t very attractive. I had gone with my best friend to her uncles house with her. They said we weren’t going to stay very long. It was quite always from my house. We had already been there for a couple hours and I wanted to leave. My friends uncle scared me so I stayed with her most the time. We went into a room with her uncle to help him find a charger. We were looking with him and my friend left the room. I had no idea where she went and I was stuck in a room with her uncle alone. I was terrified, I stayed quiet because I didn’t know what to do. He grabbed my hand and I closed my eyes because I was to scared to open them. I tried to run out of the room but he grabbed me and wouldn’t let me leave. He then took my hand and forced me to touch him in private places. I finally was able to run out of the room when my friend called my name. I was too scared to tell her. So I wrapped my hands in my jacket and didn’t say anything but I cried the rest of the time we were there. We finally went home about 1 or 2 hours after. I must have washed my hands a million times. I finally told my mom later that night and got the police involved. I went to therapy for a year, It helped me get over my fear of touching things with my hands. I am now only 13, I can still remember every detail, it still hurts anytime someone mentions anything related to the event but I thought maybe I could share my story.
— Survivor, age 13
You have done bravest job possible, you reported this to your mother , your police . strongest part of your story. They came into action and it saved many from potential danger.
I am really glad you shared your story. I hope it helps you – sometimes just putting your story to words is really healing. It makes sense that you still remember every detail AND that it still hurts when someone mentions anything related to it. I hope that you continue to heal. You are very brave! Lots of love, Alissa