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Story 1
I was molested by my Stepfather when he
thought I was sleeping. I was scared of what he
would do if I moved or pushed him off, so I just
froze and pretended to be sleeping.
I told my mom the next day after school, but she
didn’t want to believe it. She cried, and asked
me if I was sure, if it was a dream etc... At first
I told her I was positive that it happened, but
then after seeing how much it hurted her and
how this situation would totally tear apart my
family(my mom had two young kids with him), I
gave in and played it off as it was a dream.
My older sister knew it wasn’t. The same thing
had happened to her a few times but she was
to traumatized to even deal with the situation.
That’s when I found out he had been coming
up at night in our sleep often. Even though at
the time the situation wasn’t dealt with, for some
reason I was glad, he never did it again after my
mom spoke with him; he convinced her it was a
dream that he would never do that, and I think
he was scared that if it happened again it would
be the end, so I felt a little safer knowing that it
wouldn’t happen again.
My sister and I also started locking the door at
night. I really avoided him after that; I never
looked him in the eye. If he entered a room I
would leave, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
When I came home from school he would make
me kiss him on the cheek to say hello, I would
avoid this by always carrying a lot of stuff when
I walked through the door so that I could run
right by pretending that if I stopped to give him
a kiss I would drop everything. I never drank
water at meals because he usually would get the
cups of water, but I was always scared he spiked
it with sleeping aids or something.
But to me all this was worth it for my siblings
to have a father and not have to know what
he did to me and my sister, and so my mother
wouldn’t hate herself for being with him, and so
she wouldn’t have to have a second divorce, she
didn’t deserve that, none of them did and he was
nice to them. So I went two years living like this,
never feeling comfortable in my own home, until I
started to realize that he was an all around horri-
ble person. He would hit my siblings hard when
they got in trouble, threatening to “lucky I didn’t
hit you harder and make your face bleed”, never
pay for anything and just mooched of my moms
money.
At this point my mom would never leave him
because of my younger siblings, but I knew she
secretly wished she didn’t end up with him. It no
longer was worth hiding what he had done, and
one day my sister and my mom got in a fight, I
wasn’t there but my sister had cracked during the
fight and yelled it out asking my mom if she really
believed that I had dreamt it up, telling her that it
happened to her too etc... After this we filed a re-
port, went to child services a few times, then were
questioned for hours at the police station, spoke
to lawyers etc.. When I was being questioned, the
officers were being very mean. They kept asking
why I waited so long to come forward, saying it
makes it harder to prove that we are telling the
truth, saying that I could be making this up be-
cause I don’t like my step dad etc.. They did end
up believing me and I think the stuff they were
saying was only protocall because people do lie
about this stuff and they had to make sure. He is
not in jail, he was only given 2 years of therapy. I
had to live at my dads house all of last year when
this happened because my mom could not afford
to move right away and my sister and I were not
allowed to be in that house incase he tried to
come back. My mom recently moved to Spain
with my two younger siblings and is doing very
well, and so am I and my older sister too.