This post is a departure from our normal cheery posts. This victim of childhood wants to tell her story and we are giving her a platform. She wrote in on the back of the short story by my brother that we published on childhood victims of :s:ex:u’a:l abuse. We will also be referring her to a psychologist to check that she is not still affected by this experience. Do you have a story to tell? Please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. We assure you of confidentiality.
Hear her story.
I had a similar experience when I was growing up from my Uncle – my dad senior sister’s Husband whom I grew up with from age four. I remember he died wen I was in primary school, but I cant remember my exact age, but could not have been more than 10 years. I remember that whenever when I slept if my Aunty went out, I would feel a heavy touch on me. Someone laying on my chest. Heaven knows I never knew anything about it then. I don’t even know what he was doing. The Only Bad Impact it took on me wish I can remember now was anytime I went to my parent’s place to do holidays and I bathed my kid brothers, I would want to practise it with them. I remember the day a neighbour’s son and I were caught under the tree during my holidays in my dad’s place. I was too young to know it was not done publicly if at all (hell was beaten outta me ) Fast forward to growing up and being in secondary school I used to have this crush on a ‘hi5 and I told him I was a Vi;rgin. I lived in Magodo then after my Aunt’s death. We didn’t go out, just Internet stuff . After my Secondary school I went back to My dad’s place and that’s when I was able to meet my old hi5 crush. I had my 1st s:e-x; at 19 and then he told me I wasn’t a virgin say shey Magodo ajebo kids too lose v:irginit:y like that. And that was when I had a flash back – my Uncle must have di:s’vi;rgi:ned me. He had raped me. I haven’t told anyone and this is my first time of talking about it. This is My deepest Secret (I would love to be Anon).