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My Sexual Abuse Story

Since, I was a little girl I was abused by my father. He use to tell me things would change and get better. He always convinced me it would, but it never did.

At the age of 5, things started to change instead of the usual stuff, such as, the verbal abuse calling me fat, ugly, useless, and lazy. It turned into physical, such as, every time I was at the dinner table he would rub his hand up my leg, but at that age I thought it was normal.

I lived in Hackley with my mum and dad. I was always to scared to tell my mum. She loved my dad so much it was so incredible. I just wished she knew what was going on. I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew I didn't like it and it wasn't right.

At the age of 8, my mum started to become very ill, she was always fainting and being rushed to hospital. I knew something wasn't right, but no one knew the cause. I needed my mum so much. I couldn't understand why everything was happening to me at such a young age.

Everytime my mum was in the hospital he used to get more ful on with me, and by that age I knew what he was doing wasn't right, but I didn't say anything because I knew no one would understand.

I convinced myself things were going to change, but they never did. He started kissing me in weird ways, touching me, kissing my neck I couldn't move. I wanted to scream, but I knew it would make things worse and he would get angry, so I carried on like it was normal for my mums sake.

I thought my life couldn't get any worse, and then my mum died, and no one ever knew why. I started my second year of secondary school at the age of 12.

I came home one night and my dad was in my room I wandered why, because I thought he'd stopped all that. He put his hands all over me. That night was the worst night of my life. A week later was my thirteenth birthday. My period was due and I was late. I had never been late before. That's when I realized I was pregnant.

Now, I live in Australia with my daughter Emily, who's 5. I'm at a University for sexual abuse. I'm also engaged to a wonderful man. I don't know if I could ever share with anyone about what happened to me.

By Lucy Mae

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