I was raped and abused by my father from the age of 6 till 12 years old.
The only person that I told my story was my psychiatry.
The only reason that I have told him the story was because my mother as said to me ” if you can’t tell me why you are so angry I need you to tell someone.” I was 16 years old!
Now when I speak with my mother and ask her why she as sent me to speak with a stranger, she as said that I had change so much in a short amount of time. From a bubbly girl to a angry, aggressive and the most strange to her that she could touch me.
She said that I would hug her with no reason to not even let her touch my hair.
I’m now 39 years old and I have accepted that this happen to me, but I can’t trust any man. I always think that they will end up doing that to me at the end, so I don’t get attached. I know that it’s mad, but it’s my way of coping with my ordeal.
Thank you for sharing your story, it gave me the courage to share it with you. Only my family and close friends know this and the reason of this it’s not that I’m ashamed it’s just I don’t want people to feel pity of me.