M y S t o r y
This is supposed to be about my story, my life and the abuse, both sexual and ritual I was exposed to.
This site is supposed to be about 'the Little' one; the little child a was growing up.
This is supposed to be about a girl being sexually molested and ritually abued and I am the one to tell you about it.
The only way for me to do this right now is to lock the feelings outside, but this is quite hard...
It's hard for me to do this, it's hard for me to type the letters that make words into sentenses. And it's hard for me to know where to begin.
It's also hard for me to know when it all begun, maybe was it the summer of 1978. I was then something and one year and the abuser himself, the first one, used to babysit for me sometimes.
What I know for certain is that he continued to abuse me during my childhood for several year, until age 15.
'He' was a neighbor at the summercottage and he made my summers a hell.
Sometime, I'm not sure when it worsened and he introduced me to Satanic Rituals and abused also in a ritualistic way.
At age six I was raped, but it happened problably even before that.
He also introduced me to his friends who also raped me, this during a vacation to his place one autumn. For this he received some money.
Besides that he took pictures and made homevideos with me, sometimes together with him, other times he had some friend helping him out.
the rapes were both vaginal, oral and anal and he also used 'stuff' helping out. Electric chocks etc.
At age 15 I was raped by a relative of mine who afterwards brought me to the first one's place and the hell continued there.
At age 19 I was raped by this same man twice, of which the second one ended with me having an abortion.
Half a year later (this is now 4 years ago)I told about the abuse to a minister in my congregation. He helped me out and since then I've been talking about this. I'm not talking to the same minister anymore, but I have others to help me out and I also try to be there for those who need me.
Early June this year I was raped again. After this I filed a report to the police.
This so the hell would finally end.
The investigation is not finished yet.
I've also told my parents but they don't really beleive me
(They say SOMETHING might have happened, but...)
This is hard.
I am alive, but francly, -my life has been a hell and this is something I share with a lot of people, which of course just makes it worse. A few years ago my life was really bad, today, it's better. I don't have much left of that these men tried to take away from me, but there's one thing they couldn't take
I still have hope. I still have a vision.
And I have support.
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