I’m 21 years old and I would like to share my story.
When I was 10 years old, my uncle’s friend who worked at his place, tried to rape me. My cousin said that he wanted to talk with me. I went to the shop who were next to my grandpa’s house. He took me in to the changing room and started to kiss me. While he was touching me all over my body, I begged him to let me go. I understood that it was not right. He finally let me go and I ran out and got back to my grandpa’s house. I pretended that nothing happened.
Then when I was older, I was 12 years old, I was playing with my friend when her dad took us in to his room and told us that we haven’t behaved. He had me on his lap and started to put his hand in my pants, he was hurting me very much and I was silent, waited for it to stop. My mom came later to pick me up, and I immediately told her what happened. She drove me to the hospital and was scared that he had hurt me. Since I’m a Muslim my family was so scared that I had lost my virginity. But I hadn’t. I had bruises.
My mom never pressed charges on him, which I wish she did.
Then the third rape, I was with my friend, who I thought was my friend, he had a party at his place when I suddenly got so dizzy and lost my concentration. I got so tired so I went to sleep. I thought a was drunk but I only had to shots of vodka so that was impossible. I remember one of his friends came and took my pants off. I couldn’t stop it, I was too weak. Then my “friend” came and raped me, I passed out, couldn’t remember anything. I was silent about it, didn’t tell anyone, I became a different person, I drank a lot and I were having sex with several men, I wanted help. I was so weak, believed in every guy who told me he loved me, and I did what he wanted me to do, and then he left. Left me with pain.
Lucky I met a guy for two years ago. Still, won’t forget what happened to me, but I’m living a better life.