I was 9 the first time he touched me. My mother had just been arrested for throwing a compact mirror at him. She went to jail and I went into his care. My step-father. I was scared and he offered to let me sleep in his bed. I wanted comfort, I didn't want to be alone. I was in a strange country with no one. (As my mom had moved us in order to be with this man.) Now I am alone in bed with him and no one can hear my screams. By 14, I was brain washed and literally his slave. My mother and I had zero relationship. I finally told- but it never goes away. I still feel like his slave 17 years later.
These are the anonymous experiences of women, of men, of people who have lived through the horrifying trauma of sexual assault.
Note: Please be aware that reading this blog may be very triggering.