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I was not an attractive child.
I wasn't supported, I wasn't given any self-esteem.
If a stranger lives with you in your land, do not molest him. You must treat him like one of your own people and love him as yourselves, for you were strangers in Egypt.
I was a God-fearing child, innocent and physically attractive.
Drew a mustache on your picture, threw your ring away.
I feel violated by life.
People always say the abused abuse and it is not true. I am totally the opposite.
I lost my innocence at age eight, so I decided to do the same to as many young girls as I could.
Parental Discretion is advised, but will be completely f*n, ignored
Only one word described this situation. It was "F'd." Right? But I can't say that word. People who use that word in all its four-letter glory are nothing but common beggars.
She'd taken care of me in all the ways my body needed, but the devastation of my rape had made me feel the weight of the essential way she had neglected me: she hadn't nurtured the potential of my strong and healthy independence.
Realizing that the majority of kids that get molested feel that it is their fault, along with shame, those kids have no idea what to say or do to try to report anything, and add that with the lack of education, it is a complete recipe for disaster that leads to non-reporting of molestation.
Stolen from someone. Like they stole everything. Occupied. I was occupied. I disappeared.
I was a lonely boy. I spent all my time reading books and watching the world. [some] tried to draw me out at first, but their hearts weren't in it. And after all, they had enough troubles of their own.
I got raped when I was 11, and I loved it.
felt as though I had been the one cuckolded.
loved, and indulged to the full extent of her father
Rape is the most humiliating thing that can be done to you; it's the most vulnerable that you can be. But once I realized that, I became a stronger person and faced all my fears.
What pedophiles and people who have sexual desires on children lose sight of to a terrible, terrible degree - a devastating degree - is that their victims are real people who will suffer forever whatever abuses are perpetrated on them.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
I just got pinned by a freakin' twelve year old.
I was physically abused and I retaliated.
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry
I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart
God knows what its name was
that tears started to my eyes.
I was raped by a doctor. Which is, you know, so bittersweet for a Jewish girl.
I thought, acted, and thereupon found myself removed.
Ditched like an unwanted cat, worn-out tire, ugly blind date.
I was an uncommonly unattractive young man.
You're too sensitive' victims of sexual abuse are told over and over by those whose reality depends on being insensitive. Most adults who have been in the victim role cringe when anyone tells them they are sensitive. In fact, sensitivity is a lovely trait and one to be cherished in any human being.
what perverted shapes thwarted love can take. Little
I hate the victimization of women, always.
I am kept in bondage by the moles of my beloved.
What happened to you, baby?
What the hell have you done to her?
Sexual predators often start with nonsexual touch to desensitize their targets. It might be "accidental" touch, or hugs, pats, strokes, hair-brushing, holding. A
During sexual abuse, children feel and incorporate the rage, pain, shame, and sense of perversion that the perpetrator is projecting. They take these feelings into the very core of themselves, and they are badly traumatized by the emotions surrounding the assault, as well as by the assault itself.
I read a text from Vivian: WHERE R U? I replied: BEHIND U, LOOKING UP YOUR DRESS. There was a pause, then: PERVERT. I texted back: YOU GOT THAT RIGHT.
Perverted is any ordinary person caught in the act.
I needed to stop hiding: I was raped. It was time to honestly be exactly who I was. I saw - the shame wasn't mine, it was his, and I could stop misrepresenting myself, and I could accept myself.
The sexual abuse and exploitation of children is one of the most vicious crimes conceivable, a violation of mankind's most basic duty to protect the innocent.
Even in all that darkness I could see her beauty. Still, I couldn't claim it for myself. Instead, I decided to hurt her.
"You loved someone," I said, "who was completely inappropriate.
pretended to be interested in her, allowing
Every time you find your attention captured by a poster, your awareness, and perhaps something more, has, if only for a moment, been appropriated without your consent.
Well, I guess the sexual abuse by Mel Phillips in a sense, he had a fetish for feet. He used to play with my feet and other kids' feet, and that was his thing.
What did the child-woman have to say except that she was happy to be living with Hubert--a big, pompous, grasping, scheming, conniving stud who used her at his will and shaped her affections and her tastes and in general raped her spirit.
I've been racketeered on.
I can't get myself to say what happened next. I cannot cope with even thinking about this let alone living with it."
"It is so degrading and I try to forget, it hurts so much because she is my mother."
- Graham talks about being sexually abused by his mother
You must have been traumatized beyond fucking belief
Child molestation is a touchy subject ... Read the papers! Half the country's doing it!
Of course I wasn't abused. If I were; things would be so simple. I'd have a reason to for being in a shrinks office. I'd have a justification and something to work on. The world wasn't going to give me something that tidy.
Somebody is smitten with my Buttercup.
What are you?
I opened my eyes gingerly. The flashlight that had blinded me was lying a few feet from my head now, which gave me just enough light to see what appeared to be a twelve-year-old girl sitting on my chest.
I'd gotten my butt handed to me by a sixth grader? That was embarrassing.
What you did was a step away from a rape.
In the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. I was told this story by the police. In comparison, they said, I was lucky.
Sexual abuse of children now presents society with the ultimate crisis of patriarchy, when children refuse to protect their fathers by keeping secrets.
I'm being accused of modesty, a horrible and thoroughly unnatural crime.
Wasn't I rapt?
Wasn't I ravished?
Half a lifetime ago, I was forced at knifepoint to a grabage dump and gang-raped.
To realize that I was the victim of what was apparently someone's sick joke and constant lies was, and is, painful and humiliating.
I was just another girl.
Who are you and what have you done with my brother?
Been stolen from Finn
Increasingly, the girl child is becoming an endangered specie as
pedophiles' continue to roam free in our societies terrorizing
the lives of our children and stripping them of all the joy and
excitement that comes with childhood.
I'm a perpetrator!
She explained to me later that she must have been possessed by a subconscious desire to be raped. Well she found me in the mountains and she was raped - by me.
Curiosity killed the brat.
Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
In the last few days, I have been the victim of a campaign of slander and shameful lies, a campaign which has deeply shocked and hurt me. Enough is enough.
I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too. I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you.
For a week, you carried my short story all folded up in your jeans pocket, said you felt sorry for the main character in it. That main character was me, of course.
I'll be damned, you got laid.
I'm a private victim of a peculiar household.
I was out-niggered, and I will never be out-niggered again.
I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again
I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.
She felt unpeeled and rather exposed. She felt almost improper.
I had a gorgeous, half-naked woman straddling my lap, but apparently I wasn't supposed to do anything about it.
The Denver Broncos are all child molesters
I meddled in things that man must leave alone
I was turning into a pervert.
At one time in my life, from the time I was seven until I was about 13, I didn't speak. I only spoke to my brother. The reason I didn't speak: I had been molested, and I told the name of the molester to my brother who told it to the family.
Parenting fucked you up.
I was abused my family was the "brady bunch
I was a naughty kid.
Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.
A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale," I said. "But she's naked and the storyteller's hands are all over her.
A paedophile is someone whose sexual attraction towards children their own age did not grow with them.
I was too old for my father to (be protective), too young to be flattered.
I became the unnatural son of a few score of beaten men.
I was lost. I was found. I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love. I'd taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she'd taken my virgin heart.
Mrs Wilder stood passively with her tray, unaware of Royal fondling her, partly because she had been molested by so many men during the past months, but also because the sexual assault itself had ceased to have any meaning.
My relationship with my father had been on the proverbial fritz since the time I was fifteen and called the police to report him for child molesting. He had never molested me, but I wanted to have a party that weekend and needed him out of the house.
So I have spent four years without touch and affection and without wanting any.
But now there is Christopher Shepherd, the boy who changed all the rules.
- What? - How the girl gettingGirl-- Marlon James
Time and time again, as a boy, I was humiliated. I celebrated my first day in long pants by going to a dance where I fell sprawling on the floor, and was so ashamed that I jumped up, ran away and left my girl to get home the best way she could.
I've been beaten, I've been bruised, I was left for dead as well.
walked erect out of my sleep
My mother left me for seven years in an orphanage.
My heart has been stolen by you.
You groped my bum!"
"It was an accident."
"It was not. You haven't done anything accidental with that hand since you were twelve."
"Fifteen, Mabes. You make me sound like some kind of infant sex prodigy.
By a young woman of inferior birth, of no importance in the world, and wholly unallied to the family!