My uncle and my mom’s boyfriends, and older cousins and etc…. from the time I was 5, and it was horrible.

Well I was the youngest, and the one that nobody ever payed attention too. So when my mom’s brother got out of prison, I was happy. He would throw me up in the air until he got tired, he had big muscles. He had long hair, and he’d let me brush it. Over the years, he just paid way too much attention to me. Family would tell us to sit on his lap, and me and my twin would have to go sit on his lap. He had heavy hands, and touch our behinds. He’d take us swimming, and touch us. I was abused by a few of my mom’s boyfriends. She walked in on one of them touching me, and he threatened to kill her if she told. I don’t know how that ended up. I did tell when I was 10, and that that started the year where I became another person. I was depressed, and I didn’t understand why abuse could happen to a little kid? It made me be real quiet and unhappy. An unloved feeling.

And so for years, my mom just told me “you just don’t go around your uncle,” but she would still go around him. When I was 18, I was messed up on drugs, drunk, and on pills and my brother was going out to my uncle’s house. The only reason I went, is because he was going to be able to watch me. Well that wasn’t the situation, I ended up getting raped by my uncle. I actually didn’t remember any of it until a month later, when I woke up and my uncle was in my room touching me again. My uncle never touched me again after that, but it messed up my childhood. It messed up my adulthood. But it made me strong, and made me watch out for my kids, or my nieces and nephews. I made sure that I never left them with any men, and I didn’t trust anybody. The abuse made me a strong person and I wouldn’t change any of it, because it kept me from letting that happen to my babies. I feel sorry for people like that, child abusers that are sick in the head. I’m glad I get to tell somebody!