Protecting my Friends (1.27.18)
The information contained in this article is for mature audiences. You have to figure out for yourself what that note of caution means. I was sexually abused by my father at age 8. I was a child. The topic and experience of sex was forced onto me against my will when I was in the 3rd grade. I didn’t have a choice as to whether or not I wanted to learn and discuss this foreign topic. My intention through this writing is to heal myself and to help others. These are the Nitty Gritty details of what sexual abuse looks and feels like. I’m not an expert. This is my experience.
When I was approximately 9 years old, I was having a conversation with my dad in the upstairs hallway of our tri-level house about what he was doing to me. I told him that I did not want him to do these things to me. He immediately said, “Well, if you don’t let me do these things to you, then how about I do them to Terrie or Courtney?” Immediately, I thought, “Oh my God! No! I don’t want him to do these things to them!” Terrie and Courtney were two of my girlfriends from elementary school. I had to protect them.