At the age af four, and possibly older, I  was introduced to my first abuse. Sexual abuse. I was sexually abused for five to four years after. At first I was so confused. I was innocent. I was used. At first it was rare that this action would occur. I didnt know, and I can't blame my self for that. But as soon as I moved and my little brother was born. Suddenly, mom was at work. And my stepdad was home. That's when I started to get bad feelings of what was happening. But I ignored cuz I thought this was normal. I thought since he was an adult and since I thought he was my dad, I could put trust in him. Well, turns out i was way wrong. Then next thing I know,I'm being touched everyday. A friend. I've told only them at this time. I was maybe 6  or 7. She listened. I tried saying NO for those of you wondering. I said no. I said I didnt want to. I refused. But he got what he wanted. I started to get less trusting. And finally when I was eight, my friend KNEW she had to say something. And she did. Her mom told my mom. My mother came home and immediately kicked him out. He tried to tell me to lie. To say " it was all a lie" but I refused. And this time he did t get what he wanted. There were events that affected me more that others. B uh t for now thats enough for me. And for those who are suffering, there ARE people to listen. I care and I'll listen. I know I'm just some rando off the internet, but I will try my best. We are all strong❤