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It was December 25, 1980, I was 5 yrs old, sitting in my parents bedroom with my father, watching King of Kings, I believe. Weird how I can remember that. My father kept touching me in a manner that I knew wasn't right. He told me, "If I ever told anyone else, I would never see my mother again." So I kept my mouth closed. It continued all the way up until I was 16. Still I was afraid to let anyone know the truth. At age 9 or so, I was abused by an old "family" friend. It didn't go on long but it still happened. Then at age, 8 to 11 I was abused by my brother. I had a hard life. By age 11 my parents were divorced and I lived with father. At 16, I finally made the move to Ohio to come live with my mother. It took me months to finally break and down and tell her. She had a feeling it was happening but no physical evidence. I went to counseling for many years. It helped me a great bit. I am a much stronger person. I know I will never ever make the same mistake that those people did too me. I love children more t Some advice for people who have been abused: All you can do is live one day at a time. Look to the brighter side of things. Talk to someone you can trust, a positive person about the issues that are bothering you. Just know that what that person did to you is and never will be your fault. Through prayer and strength, you will succeed and over come these obstacle.. All you have to do is "believe".
