I was 9 years old at a campground my whole family went to every year, literally since I was a baby. The two teenage boys that raped me were neighbors from the adjacent campsite. They were sons of a minister.
It happened when I was walking enjoying the woods. The first time they raped me, I wanted to see the way the sun was shining in the grassy area. It looked so nice, but they were there. I see no need to get specific, it was bad enough. I tried to fight. I even had a pocket knife, but I didn’t have the heart to use it on them. I just threatened to use it.
The second time they raped me, was by the boat launch. They pushed me into an outhouse. It was so bad. I didn’t know what was going on, but I fought so hard and did my best but then he strangled me and I had to succumb because I thought he was going to kill me. When he was done he pushed me out forcible and I passed out.
When I woke, I thought it was a bad dream but they were kicking sand on me to cover up the semen. They terrorized me and threatened me that if I told anyone they would drop a big rock on my head to kill me. Then they walked me to the showers and I used some leftover soap that was there. I didn’t care if i used the old dirty soap left by a stranger. I just wanted to be clean.
I don’t know if this is really helpful to write this, but that is part of my story. God Bless and keep the other survivors who struggle throughout life. I love you all.
– John Amber