I remember this particular day. I was sitting in our lounge on the couch. We were home alone. My father and I. He offered me money for sex. I shook my head meaning No. He asked me whether I was sure. I shook my head meaning yes. Tears were streaming down his face. He was trying to guilt me into sex. I was about 13 years old. That was the first time he ASKED to rape me. How insane is that?
My positive thought for the day: Enjoy prison Daddy.
I am quite new to the site. I hope my blog will benefit myself as well as those reading and following my story.
My journey as a sexual abuse survivor started when I was four years old. It stopped for a few years and continued when I was about 9 years old. I reported it when I was 15 years old. For 7 years I was a victim. Im in my early 20's now. One day I just spilled the beans at school to a few of my teachers. Not so nonchalantly