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This is a true story, for this is my story.


But why write this story now you ask, after all these years have passed?

My answer is quiet simple.

I no longer choose to live in the shadows of my abusive past anymore; I no longer want to feel dirty or rejected, guilty or to be ridiculed by society.

I would like all those people, who like me have suffered such an ordeal; to know that they were never alone in their pain.

For each person who has experienced some form of abuse inflicted upon them, there has to be a healing process.

Some people may say they never need this, as they can easily forget and hide it away.

But I say to them.

In time the memories of our past prevail, and the hurt begins to surface.

For those of us, who cannot hide, and who find it hard to forget.

 Then this can take much longer.

Oh sure I have sat there and cried, and often said ‘Why me, what have I done to deserve this?’

But there were never any reasonable answer, to take away my hurt and pain.

Only now do I know that I was a victim, a victim of circumstance. I was in the right place, at the wrong time, with someone whom I trusted.

He was family, and he was an adult. I put my trust in him, and as a child; could see no wrong in what he was doing.

So little has really changed since my childhood, children are still preyed upon by adults; as well as other children. The law and society I feel, still let our children down.

I can never restore the bad parts of my childhood, but I can certainly go ahead with my life; to the best of my ability without further abuse. I have learnt to cope with my past within reason, and as I accept what has happened; I know will never happen again to me.

I can no longer live on negative thoughts, or on unanswerable questions. I have the key to my own survival. My past can no longer destroy me.

The key to healing lies within each and every one of us, with our fears, our pain, and our memories.

I have gathered all of mine together, and looked them in the eye. I have taken control of them and my past.

Hopefully anyone who reads my story will come to an understanding of who I am; and know that if they have suffered like me, then their story will not be so unlike my own. I feel you too can find your own key, and please know that you are not alone.

I am not ashamed of my childhood.


Now my healing begins.

My story I hope, will bring all of your pain together, in a place where you can associate with what I have wrote. Where you will find, that this is where you will begin your healing process.

The first part of your healing is to confront your pain. To love and believe in yourself with the knowledge, you were not to blame.


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