Uncaged

Almost r***d and eventually r***d.

Uncle James started touching me in really sensitive areas at the age of 8. Unfortunately, on a Sunday when everyone had gone out, he came visiting. I was the only one at home. He came in and he started touching me like a hungry lion. I tried fighting but how can an 8-year-old overthrow a grown-up man? He finally had his way into me. He then gave me some money to buy biscuits and threatened to make my life miserable if I spoke up.

I couldn't tell my parents because the previous time something like this almost happened to me by a neighbor, they didn't believe me. They beat the living daylight out of me. This broke something inside of me. it's very important as parents to be sensitive to what your kids are telling you.

This made me very bitter and made me hate men. I vowed to deal with any guy that came my way. I struggled, my confidence level dropped and I always lived in constant fear that something like that would keep happening to me because I already saw myself as a s*x object. I was ashamed because I felt the world knew what had happened to me. His act took something away from me and deposited me with s****l activities I wasn't meant to know at my age.