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This Is Me (Trigger Warning: sexual assault and emotional abuse)

plumApricot8108 June 21st, 2019

My name is Renée, and this is my story.

My dad had been in the army for about half of my life, he came back when I was six and he was violent. He would yell and blame things on me and my mother. I remember one day he was yelling at my mom and he said it was our fault.

Flash forward about two/three years and my dad stopped yelling as much I had two little sisters now and life was okay. But then in second grade I was sexually assaulted by a guy that sat next to me every day for five/six months.

For this story lets just call him Isaiah. I had a crush on Isaiah and I was naïve, I was terrified and I hated what he would do, but I couldnt say no.

I cant put to many details, but he would put his hands down my pants and touch... down there, I was traumatized, and its taken me until this year to even remember what happened because I blocked it all out.

Im going into eighth grade now, Isaiah is still at my school, but Im trying to get better.

I have this amazing person, my best friend, the person I want to spend as much time with as possible, and shes the reason Im able to tell my story.

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lorlor1234 June 21st, 2019

@plumApricot8108, thanks for sharing your story. your story is very hard just to listen to myself. i dont know you but you must be very strong for going through all this. it seems that you have a great friend you can talk to but trust me if you need to talk you can personally text me anytime! if isaiah ( ik thats not his name) ever seems to hurt anyone again you should tell a trusted adult like a parent.

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plumApricot8108 OP June 23rd, 2019

@lorlor1234

Thank you...

Im sorry it took me so long to reply, I had a bit of a meltdown.

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plumApricot8108 OP June 22nd, 2019

Ive been thinking about Isaiah a lot tonight.

Mainly, why did he do it to me? I mean- no thats what I mean, why me? I was nothing special, just your typical blonde haired blue eyed girl.

When I start to think about it Im struck by all these mixed emotions, anger, sadness, fear, all swirl though my thoughts. I feel the panic start to claw its at up my throat...

What did I do...- what did I do to deserve this life, and this torture?

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