50 Yr.old victim of child abuse

SUNP0050.AVI

2011-01-22T09:31:00.000-08:00

50 Yrs. old and still a victim of child abuse: Little Angels 3

2009-04-15T15:05:00.000-07:00

Little Angels 3

2009-04-15T13:22:00.000-07:00

There were 3 of us ,me and my sisters, all girls 5-7.The first time I remember being touched is at my Grandparents house in Ohio. I was about 5 yrs. old. My 2 sisters and my 3 uncles about 10-15 years older than us were playing hide and go seek in the house and basement. It seemed that every time I ran around a corner my uncle E. was always there and would grab me between my legs and laugh. I would just run away. That happened several times. and then one time I was hiding in the bedroom and he came in and shut the door and put me on the bed and tried to kiss me on my mouth and I started to kick and scream and kicked him right in the mouth and he yelled that I chipped his tooth. I ran out of the room.
I was 6 years old when my mom married my stepfather and we moved to Fla. I don't remember much more, before that. I was taking a nap one afternoon in our new house. I was in my bed and I felt someone lay down beside me. I felt someone taking my hand and put it on their body, and moving my hand around. I was soon realizing this was not a dream , but I pretended I was still sleeping. I could feel that he was getting aroused, though I didn't know what that meant at the time. I was very scarred. Then all of the sudden he got up out of the bed and as he was leaving the room I could see it was my stepfather. I never said a word to my mom or any one else! I don't remember it ever happening again while we lived there.
My mom never seemed happy though! One day they had a huge fight,. Me and my little sister saw my mother get a big butcher knife out of the kitchen drawer and just whacked his arm with it. There was a lot of blood. He left the house to go to get stitches ,I think. I just remember my mom putting a big hunk of skin from his arm into a jar. A short time after that it was my stepfathers birthday, and my mom told him to go to the store and get some cake and ice cream so we could celebrate his birthday. As soon as he was gone, my mom told us to grab as many clothes as we could and started packing her car and we left before he got back from the store. I always felt so bad about that, and how he must have felt when he got home!

Note to my family

2009-04-11T18:36:00.000-07:00

I just wanted my family, especially my children to know the real story of my life and the reasons behind some of the things I did or didn't do. I'm sorry to any of my family members that might be offended by anything that may be told. I'm not going to hold anything back, and I will only speak the truth.
I need to do this for me! I feel after holding this in for all these years has only hurt me. I think telling my story will be therapeutic & emotionally rewarding for myself and leave a legacy for my family that I hope will bring a better understanding to them, my children. I love you all, Mom.