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IN THE BEGINNING
Raped Victims
I think anyone who has ever been raped its hard for. But I think its even harder for a person who has been victimized by another person and there parents or family don't believe them. That is when it ripes the person up inside.
This is a natural feeling for me. I have been raped and beaten since I was like six from a friend of the family that I always thought was an uncle as well as my brother, Keegan, and other people who I didn't know. The First time like I said was when I was six by a man of the name of Edward John Tedford aka John, I could never have told his parent which were my grandparents. If I did I would risk loosing the people that I cared about most. he was in his late thirty's when he did this. And my brother, Keegan, was taught by him how to hurt me. I remember the night that it happened. I was sleeping in my bed and the only house that I had ever known as home. And well he got on top of me first covered my mouth and had my brother, Keegan, turn on the lights. My parents slept in the basement so they never knew or heard what was going on. Well he got on top of me and should him how to do it. Well after he was done he held me down while Keegan climbed on top of be and if I would start fighting . I was either slapped in the face or the stomach or kneed in the crotch and then they would continue. Then after wards they would leave and I would wipe the blood from between my legs and cry my self to sleep. This went on until John was kicked out of our house because my dad was tired or him coming home drunk and didn't have a job at all. Well after he was kicked out I wasnt touched until after just before I was 12 years old when my mom had put me on birth control as well as we moved to a new place. Well my Grandma Darlene died with in months later of this starting. And I would go to bed at night thinking I was safe and I wasnt my brother, Keegan, would come it beat the hell out of me and rape me ever night or during the day when my parents werent home. He told me if I told anyone that he would blow me away with my dad's gun. I was terrified of this. And so I kept my mouth quite. When I met this girl named Crystal Gossen who was a year younger then I, I opened my mouth and my mom found out well I thought that she had told my father as well and they didn't do anything, the police was called to my door and because my mom covered most everything up and my father wasnt told about what was going on. The police told me I had a great imagination. The reason I had opened my mouth wasnt just for my safety but because my brother, Keegan, had tried it on her. I remember when she spent the night. She asked me why I put the dresser in front of my door. Well I told her about what had already happened to me. And she told me I should tell I told her I couldn't because I had been threatened with murder already. The next morning, he thought he could get away with it and tried it when my parents were at work. And well lets say I went and spent a couple of days out at her house. And I called the police from there and they came to visit me. I had things done to me by doctors and showed that I had been torn inside and so forth and that his skin particles where inside of me.
This is what I can right for now... deep in tears and unable to go any further when I get the strength to write some more on this subject I will let you know more of my story.
Raped Victims
I think anyone who has ever been raped its hard for. But I think its even harder for a person who has been victimized by another person and there parents or family don't believe them. That is when it ripes the person up inside.
This is a natural feeling for me. I have been raped and beaten since I was like six from a friend of the family that I always thought was an uncle as well as my brother, Keegan, and other people who I didn't know. The First time like I said was when I was six by a man of the name of Edward John Tedford aka John, I could never have told his parent which were my grandparents. If I did I would risk loosing the people that I cared about most. he was in his late thirty's when he did this. And my brother, Keegan, was taught by him how to hurt me. I remember the night that it happened. I was sleeping in my bed and the only house that I had ever known as home. And well he got on top of me first covered my mouth and had my brother, Keegan, turn on the lights. My parents slept in the basement so they never knew or heard what was going on. Well he got on top of me and should him how to do it. Well after he was done he held me down while Keegan climbed on top of be and if I would start fighting . I was either slapped in the face or the stomach or kneed in the crotch and then they would continue. Then after wards they would leave and I would wipe the blood from between my legs and cry my self to sleep. This went on until John was kicked out of our house because my dad was tired or him coming home drunk and didn't have a job at all. Well after he was kicked out I wasnt touched until after just before I was 12 years old when my mom had put me on birth control as well as we moved to a new place. Well my Grandma Darlene died with in months later of this starting. And I would go to bed at night thinking I was safe and I wasnt my brother, Keegan, would come it beat the hell out of me and rape me ever night or during the day when my parents werent home. He told me if I told anyone that he would blow me away with my dad's gun. I was terrified of this. And so I kept my mouth quite. When I met this girl named Crystal Gossen who was a year younger then I, I opened my mouth and my mom found out well I thought that she had told my father as well and they didn't do anything, the police was called to my door and because my mom covered most everything up and my father wasnt told about what was going on. The police told me I had a great imagination. The reason I had opened my mouth wasnt just for my safety but because my brother, Keegan, had tried it on her. I remember when she spent the night. She asked me why I put the dresser in front of my door. Well I told her about what had already happened to me. And she told me I should tell I told her I couldn't because I had been threatened with murder already. The next morning, he thought he could get away with it and tried it when my parents were at work. And well lets say I went and spent a couple of days out at her house. And I called the police from there and they came to visit me. I had things done to me by doctors and showed that I had been torn inside and so forth and that his skin particles where inside of me.
This is what I can right for now... deep in tears and unable to go any further when I get the strength to write some more on this subject I will let you know more of my story.