Tell Someone!

I’m showing my face while holding this Tell Somebody sign because during my childhood, l was silenced and l was shamed for speaking out about what was happening to me. I was molested twice by my mom’s husband, and also by my grandmother’s husband.
My mother met a guy through my uncle, so l remember seeing him a few times before they dated, and I always had a creepy feeling about him. l was always shy, and l didn’t want to talk to him. Then she moved him in our home. Soon they got married, and l didn’t like that. That’s when his true colors came out. He was constantly tormenting me, he even had my mom yelling at me. She was constantly bashing my father in my front of her new husband, just to boast him. My mom even kept my father away from me as a child, which l found out years later. In the summer of 1992, l remember my mom’s husband telling me he would by me a tape and give me money, if l pull my pants down. He had me watching porn at 11, showing me porn magazines and showing me his private areas. I afraid to tell my mother. He was also a drunk. He use to mess with me when no one was around. One day during a DARE assembly, we were talking about alcohol so l blurted out in front of the whole class about my step dad and the abuse. My teacher took me out the room, and talked to me. l was in tears. l spoke with the principal and the DARE officer came in and prayed with me. My classmates were very supportive, they told me l gave them a voice to speak because they had similar situations happening to them.
My mother got mad at me, because l didn’t talk to her first. She said, “He could’ve went to jail. l can’t believe you hate him that much, you would do this to him because he’s not your father. You are so stupid and dumb, see how much you’ve messed up.” The hurtful things that my mom said, still hurt til this day. It’s sad how she defended him, and constantly called me a liar and all types of names. When the school year was over, she shipped me away to Tennessee for punishment. During that school year in Tennessee, it was horrible. I was constantly getting bullied and picked on. My grandmother knew what happened to me, so she interrogated me and then my her husband started molesting me. He would pin me down so I couldn’t move, and touch me. I would freeze. l didn’t want him to hurt me. l finally told my grandmother, and she told me it was my fault because l was flirting with him and wearing those shorts around him. I was in distraught because I was 17, stressed out because my mom’s dying of cancer with a piece of shit drunk alcoholic husband that she defended over me, and now my grandmother is doing the same thing. l didn’t ask for this to happen. l have a daughter and if anything like this happened to her, l would hug and comfort her and put that person behind bars, and shame them. There is no way in hell, l would silence my baby for telling me or anyone that someone violated her. #TellSomebody

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽

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