MY STORY Of BEING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED.....

by Olivia   Nov 15, 2018


This is my story of being sexually assaulted, it started when I was four years old with my mom's friends son who was only a few years older than I was. She (my mother) had caught him under the blankets having sex with me, she made him get dressed called me out of my bedroom and then she questioned me. I was the one who got into trouble for it. Not him. It had finally stopped when I was around the age of nine with Art my mother's friends son. My parents were getting a divorce when it started again. I had just turned nine years old my mom had dropped me off at my grandma's house for the first time ever in my whole life. Her son Travis (my uncle) who was 15 at the time decided to force himself onto me the first time I had met him. that continued every day until I was halfway through my 13th year of being alive. Once I had got away from him I disclosed to my mom's male friend at the time. His name is Paul, I met him when I was 14 and he knew about everything that has happened to me. Granted he was the ONLY one who knew. So on April 8th of 2017, I went to his house and it was him harmony (his daughter) and me. His daughter had made plans to go out and well I couldn't go with her so I stayed with her dad Paul. Paul and I were really close he was by my side through everything. Later that night I took a shower because I went to work that day with him and we were rebuilding a house for one of his clients. Whatever it was an everyday thing that spring break. He came into the bedroom after I had got out of the shower and I was dressed on our way to bed. I wanted to watch a movie and he only had a tv in his room. So I went into his room and laid down on my side of the bed made a boundary wall with pillows. I fell asleep watching the movie American Pie. I woke up with him on top of me assaulting me. I begged him to stop but the more I said the more he choked me or the more he would slap/ punch me. I went to the bathroom a few days later when I was supposed to start my period and I missed my period for three months. I took several pregnancy tests and all came back positive. I was scared shitless. By this time I was about to turn 15 and my dad found out that I was being sexually harmed by all of these men. He also found out that I was self-harming. He took me to the hospital and I am not almost 16 and am still going through the court case to get him into prison for his whole life and he is locked up currently. Meanless to say he beat the baby to death until I had a miscarriage three months after I found out I was pregnant.

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  • 5 years ago

    by D.

    I’m sorry. It takes courage to open up like this. You’re clearly a strong person, and sharing the deepest and darkest parts of us can sometimes bring us light. I hope this is true for you

  • 5 years ago

    by ddavidd

    It is horrible what happened to you Olivia. And as a man I am ashamed of being a part in this gender, I am also amazed how naif you are that stay with an adult man alone in his house, and go to his bedroom and lay down in his bed at night time , fall sleep and spect nothing to happen. I as a man in your age wouldn't dare to do so. and I was not raped like you all my life. and also knew boxing.
    You also have to take control of your life. Do not allow yourself to be cornered like this ever again. do not allow and do not trust!!
    Ass I see you are very vulnerable to the man love. Perhaps did not get enough love from your father, there are affordable psychoanalytic therapy available in US. In Canada you can find covered ones, If you can afford go see one, With the new technics, they do marvels nowadays,

  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Words can't convey how vile people are... how heartbreaking it is that people can blame you or not believe you or somehow undermine what you went through and continue to go through. Keep fighting, you're so worth it. My heart and thoughts are with you. I hope there is continuous justice. Thank you for sharing your vulnerability, courage and voice here.