by Katelynn Watson

Created on: November 11, 2009   Last Updated: November 13, 2009

No one ever deserves to be molested or raped, but every day someone is being sexually abused and not many people are doing anything about it. I'm 18 years old and for the first time since I came out and told people I was molested I want to share my story.

My mom was working nights at Wal-mart so she could support our family and my step dad was the one home to watch my sister, little brother and I. It started off as a little to friendly good-night hugs and kisses, but I was only 7, I had no clue he was getting, for lack of a better wood, fresh with me, I just thought he was being a better daddy. Then when he got a little more confident those hugs and kisses turned into touching and feeling, slowly that turned into more. This went on for a few years, scared out of my mind I never told anyone. Finally my little sister told mom it was happening to her. My mom broke down in tears and asked him about it, he swore he had never touched her, but mom didn't believe him, so we got the money out of the bank and came down here to Florida where she has an ex and his family who are still there for her. I still had not told my mom by this time, several years later. Finally at 13 my friend, who I trusted enough to tell broke down and told my mom, by then it was really to late for me, I was severely suicidal, every night I would wake up scared that he would be there over my bed. Counseling was required by the state for my sister because mom had pressed charges for what he had done to her, but it was to late to press charges for what had happened to me too, because I had denied everything to begin with. My mom tried to get me to go to counseling but it did no good, I was thrown off the premises for threatening the counselor. When I got my first boyfriend I eventually trusted him enough to tell him what had happened, but that was a big mistake. The first time we were left alone he started touching me and trying to get me to have sex with him, I said no and this just pissed him off and he started yelling in my face "What you can have sex with your daddy but you wont have sex with your own boyfriend?" Needless to say after that we never saw or spoke to each other again. The next boyfriend wasn't until my 8th grade year. I honestly thought I loved this guy, when the time came around that he wanted to have sex I was still unsure, I told him no, but he continued to push until I gave in. I laid there quietly as he finished what he started. Several weeks later I ended up at the doctors

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