I talked to her about it and she helped me through every part. I still get insecure and I still feel disgusting sometimes but I am managing it. This will forever be apart of me and I’m so fucking angry I didn’t get justice. I’m angry I was punished for it. I will always be.
When I was around 4 my cousin was molesting me. He was a year older but he would tell me to take off my pants and show me what I had. This went on until I was 9. I got my first tablet when I was 5. It was meant to be for “education” I stumbled onto Omegle and Skype and started—
I still felt disgusting for doing it. I felt gross for wanting someone to see me like that. When I finally got a girlfriend and we had sex I felt like a pervert for wanting to do that and enjoying it. I felt like I had ruined her with my disgusting body—
He continued to never tell my mom about any of this. She still does not know. I learned not to talk about crushes or dating or anything like that because he would freak out because of it. He passed and I moved in with my mom. I always hated her but I finally felt privacy—
That I was watching porn. I lived in a 1 bedroom house and he had the room. If he even suspected I was doing anything he freaked out. If I had a crush he freaked out. It was like I wasn’t allowed to feel anything like that. I felt disgusting and gross for feeling like that ever—
That I was the “hottest girl there”. My dad never found this out. I became hypersexual because of this and struggled with my own sexuality. My dad constantly freaked out about what I was doing. I wasn’t allowed to have my phone in the bathroom because he was scared—
He said he had put a “device tracker” on my phone to make sure I wasn’t watching anything. He did not. I craved the attention I got from those people and started putting myself out there again. I remember I used a streaming service and went live at one point. I was told—
Wherever. All of this continued on until I was 10 and my dad found the messages. He told me not to tell my mom and took away my tablet and punished me instead of the people grooming me. It took a year for me to be able to get electronics back. He told me “not to look at porn”—
Talking to random people. I started being groomed by multiple people, some men, one woman. They would share my contact around so their friends could interact with me. My best friend at the time also started sa-ing me he was my age. It would happen on the bus, at his house,—
I crave to be so sick that everybody can’t help just judge. I want to be sick and disgusting. I want to be so pale and fragile that I can’t help but cry.
I help everyone, I give them a space to talk and vent and help them through their problems. The one time I actually need help and need someone to talk to all of a sudden I’m gum on the bottom of their shoe. “You can talk to me anytime but I’m not gonna give you attention”