I always wanted a good family and friends. I wanted to run and play with other children. I wanted to be happy. But most of all, I wanted to be loved.
It started with the basement. I was 5 years old. Daddy said that I was a bad girl. I needed to be punished. The basement became my home for the next 10 years.
Daddy raped me over and over again. Bloody sheets and his clothes. I don’t scream. I don’t cry. I take my punishment. More and more men become involved. Gang bangs. Every single day 2-3 times a day.
Things got worse from there. I have many many secrets. But I need to trust. I will share more later.
— Heather Nelson, age 16
Dearest Heather,
It took so much courage to share what you just shared. Unraveling the pain and the secrets may take a long time and when you are ready to share more you have a community here that is ready to listen. If you are in need of resources and/ or support, please respond back to this post and I will help you find those resources. I am thinking of you and I am sending you all the love in my heart tonight. ~ Alissa