I need help. My dad molests me whenever we're home alone. My mom doesn't believe me when I tell her what he does. I have tried reporting to CPS, but they didn't do anything to help. He beat me and r*ped me in the ass last night because of me trying to report him. I don't know what to do. I'm scared of being near him. I don't know how to get rid of him.

(I live in Australia if that helps)

Hello Folks!

I am now 26 years old. My brother raped me 21 years ago when I was 5 years old.

I started having memories come back to me when I was 16. I still can only remember a few seconds of the incident. I'm too afraid to let me myself remember anything else. I started suffering from massive panic attacks around that time that made me suicidal and depressed. I thought I was going insane and I felt wrong for thinking about something so horrible.

New Years Eve is when I finally said it aloud to someone. I was always so scared of saying it aloud because that meant it actually happened. It was easier being in denial about how serious being raped as a child is. I always tried to minimize my experience. I guess somehow that made it easier to live with.

I'm actually doing pretty great - I'm just mad at my parents for not doing anything about my brother now with everything that is going on. My BF is taking it very hard and is really sad that this has happened to me.

It feels like now I can finally let go if that makes sense. My BF is the only person that knows.

My brother has a history of emotional issues, specifically anger. He's one of those brothers that always put holes in the wall. He was also medicated quite young for things like ADHD and put in special classes. He also has a history of abusing animals. I was reminded by my sister that when I was 10 years old, my mother and I found a large zip lock bag in his dresser filled with dead baby ducks. He had ripped all their little heads off and kept them in a bag. Back than I think I was too young to really register what that meant. There was one duck still alive that I rescued and released back into it's natural home. He's also stolen thousands of dollars from my parents and is a compulsive liar.

I was also told of something that happened a year ago. All my sisters believe that my brother tortured and killed one of their cats. The way the cat was found and what the vet said about how the cat died, it's pretty obvious that it was tortured to death. Of course they all fucking waited a year to tell me. I would have called the police. I'm still so confused as to why no one did anything.

Based off of what everyone has told me - my parents cleaned it up and are in complete denial about what happened. They get mad when we talk about not wanting to be around him.

I also had drinks with my rapist, how fucked up is that?

The thing is - he also raped one of my sisters too. She is just a year older than me and I believe it happened around the same time. I also think she was tortured more - and something my mom said makes me think he raped her with this friends. My sister told me something happened and she said that she told my mom everything. Why didn't she do anything than either? Why didn't she do anything when she found a bag of dead baby ducks in his dresser?

It makes more sense when you know that both my parents are Mormon. We were all born and raised Mormons. So I'm not sure if they just thought they could pray it all away?

My brother has a 7 year old daughter. She started going to therapy recently for severe emotional problems. She has a lot of temper tantrums. I don't live anywhere near my family so I'm not entirely sure how severe her problems are but when I last here she seemed fine to me but sometimes there's no way to really know if something terrible is happening. Especially if you are not around them a lot. I saw here maybe for a total of 2 hours when I last visited.

I am absolutely terrified that she is being molested and or raped by my brother and I'm not sure how to proceed.

Any advice is appreciated and I am more than willing to go into any detail about what happened to me and what is happening now.

EDIT: Me and my brother live in different states now and my assault happened in another state that we no longer live in. Statue of limitations vary between states and so does CPS investigations. For now I really need to make sure that what ever I end up deciding to do that it will work - I don't believe he will kill his daughter - she spends a lot of time with my mom because she babysits her - so for right now she's fine but for how long I don't know.

He's hit me so many times and has gone to jail for hitting my mom. He's choked me. He raped my mom. This time I was hoping the police would do something but all they did was say they had no evidence and acted like I was the one freaking out. Help me.

It is known and court documented public information that Smithtown Gospel Tabernacle has faced at least two lawsuits by child victims of Pastor Ron Braaten. Links to the court documents will be shared here and I welcome anyone to share their own stories about the many ways that SGT has been sexist, racist, classist, homophobic, abusive, traumatizing and harmful to its own church members and students at Smithtown Christian School (SCS). I will be sharing my own personal story about how they harmed my family and I know many others I went to school and church with there have also been trauma victims. They’ve gotten away with too much for too long and should be held publicly accountable for their sins. Especially since they won’t even hold themselves accountable and continue to sweep abuse instances under the rug.

Record of first victim of Pastor Ron Braaten to file a lawsuit.

https://archive.org/stream/6467312-1004-Suffolk-Rachel-Volkel-v-Smithtown-Gospel/6467312-1004-Suffolk-Rachel-Volkel-v-Smithtown-Gospel_djvu.txt

Second child victim of Pastor Ron Braaten to file a lawsuit against Smithtown Gospel Tabernacle. I can’t believe I was baptized in the same church pool he violently sexually abused a child in years prior.

https://trellis.law/doc/58245876/summons-complaint

TW i guess. But..

As someone who ran away from their family when I was 16 due to abuse and just a plain shitty life; here are some things I heard. :)

"I'm not your friend, I'm your parent. I will and can stalk you, I will be your worst nightmare, I'll drive you insane and I'll hunt you down - all because I love you!!' yeah sure thanks mom.

"Why didn't you just slice your throat when you sliced your thighs?"

"Next time you do anything like this, I'll choke you to death."

"Gross. Look at his scars. The same ones you have. Both of you are crazy."

"Stop being such a baby. We're your family, we can do whatever we want."

"Stop swatting my hand! I gave birth to you and I can touch you! How are you going to be with your boyfriend?!"

The pain I wear is old ,raged and dusty. Just like myself. That of a small child who felt helpless and lost. Unable to defend themselves no where to turn. Bruises on my body as well in my heart, mind and soul. Anger and determination trying to hold on to some piece of myself. Turned to acceptance, compliance and fear. Complete loss of myself while struggling to navigate life. Gray hairs haven't taken those feelings away. You can see it in the holes in my clothes, my unkempt hair, and my lack of concern for my body in general. I still wear the pain. I want to take it off. I want to wear freedom and joy. No matter what I do this old oufit seems to stick to me.

Remember her face & name Bleu Sonya-Taylor McKay. She was kidnapped from her mother using corruption. By 4 years old she was taken to parties for sex trafficked children to be raped by Senators and other powerful people including Donald Trump called "Senators' Parties." I have seen people say they would still support Trump if he raped their child. Or that him being a pedophile isn't that big of a deal because they believe Democratic Presidents were also pedophiles. These people should not have custody of any children. If you are a Trump supporter you are supporting a man who victimized my child. For that I will never forgive him or you.

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I am now 22 years old and for 14 years of my life, I was tormented by my stepmother. My mother was never in my life having abandoned me with my father( who went into the military and was gone 8 years of my childhood) which left me in the care of my stepmom. She wasnt terrible at first, just some yelling and going off about things that wouldn't be a big deal to any other parent so I just took it as a cranky thing. Well when my dad went overseas she was left to take care of both me and my sister but soon it became clear I was the worse of the children in her eyes. It started out subtle with her just taking things and then asking me to find them and it wouldn't be there so she would get mad and storm off to find it and then tell at me. She manipulated my sister into thinking her way and double teaming on the mental abuse but my sister hid and just stayed out of it. This left her to focusing on me. She started the physical abuse with pulling me up from my hair, slapping me in the face and screaming at me for hours on end when I needed to be sleeping for school or homework. When that wasn't enough for her she started with the belt. I have felt her used a belt on my skin more than 500 times. She went on blind rages and would strike so wildly that the bruises would be on the back of my head and down to my legs. I felt no one noticed or care in my family or anyone at school and she took advantage of this and made sure to separate me from anyone would show me love. I went from being a happy boy to a quiet and sunken teen and I knew everyone would just believe it was puberty. She became the most cruel in my young 9 year old brain when she forced me to tell my grandmother that I didn't want her to take care of me and made my sister stand and watch to make sure I did it( stepmom didn't show up). After that it became a nightly thing of the beatings and then the yelling til 4 in the morning about the same things over and over again. I hated my life. I didn't know if she would go to far and kill me or I just kill myself. She used her son she had with my dad as a spy and he would find things in my hidden spots and she would just happen to have them and punish me for that I writtw or had away. Her favorite way to insult me was to say I didn't respect her because she didn't have dick between her legs and made me feel like I hated women. But it was only her I hates. After years of this my father came home and could not see anything of what she had done because I had learn to hide it for fear of consequences if I told. Then she would make him so angry by pushing my buttons to set me off so he would puinsh me as well. One day she told him I called her a cunt and he knocked me across the room and threatened my life if I ever spoke like that to 'his wife' again. Then the stealing began. She stole all of the money my dad made overseas and the child support that went to us on pills. It took me a long time to get away from the pain and mentral trauma. I am still suffering greatly and every day I get trapped thinking I'm back there getting beaten and forgotten. My mental state makes me upset and I feel I deserved it but I know I didn't. I hope my story hasn't felt to much like crying cause this isn't even the whole story. I hope to let anyone know who has been abused: THEY DO NOT DEFINE YOU! Your past is your past and you just have to keep moving forward and live day to day. Take this pain and try to make sure no one else in the world will ever feel it again. I love you all.

Not going into too much detail because if I did the post would be way too long. I was mentally, sexually, and physically abused as a child by my own mother and step-father. I promised myself I would never allow my children, boy (7) and girl (6) to be around them at least not alone but unfortunately, I have mental health problems stemming from my trauma and when my ex husband and I got divorced, he used that against me to gain physical custody of our two children. For a while I was only allowed supervised visits but thankfully I have proven myself for and now have 50/50 custody. I told my ex about the abuse from my parents and begged him while crying one night to never leave our kids alone with them as I knew it would happen to them as well. He didn't believe me and thought I was just remembering wrong or that I was having another "episode" and allowed my daughter to spend the night there. Fast forward to October 2017 and my new husband and I are sharing 50/50 custody with my step-daughter (5) traveling back and forth bewteen two states every three weeks or so to get her or drop her off. I started noticing some huge red flags with her like showing her private parts to get what she wanted, being all over adults in a way that made myself and them uncomfortable, she always said her "noo-noo" hurts Everytime she would first get back to our house and lots of other uh oh signs. I spoke to my husband and told him I seriously felt like she had been sexually abused and definitely neglected as she still couldn't dree herself or count to 1 or say any ABCs or wipe her own ass. Just simple things any four year old should have been taught by now. Anyways, he denied it and kept telling himself it wasn't true and then last October she was caught playing a "game" with my children by the babysitter that they called "get the milk" my SD had her pants down and thankfully the sitter came into the room and stopped it. Then we we're called and informed of what was going on. The day before at school she had pulled her pants down and showed the class her privates as well but they didn't report anything. Anyways, she finally told us that her uncle "Larry" had taught her those games and was so upset we didn't push any further but we immediately alerted police and dfcs to the situation and they opened up a case in both states. Well apparently dfcs doesn't speak with any children until they are at least 6 years old when it comes to abuse as they say a four year old isn't reliable and they can't trust it being the truth and not their imagination. Well days later my SD walks up to my husband and I and starts crying and going into DETAILS about what had happened and it was so graphic that it was something she couldn't even have watched a damn porno and come up with this shit. We told dfcs worker and they came out and they actually investigated our house as if we were abusing our children. I wouldn't have minded it but they never even investigated her mother or her boyfriend "Lee" who we had found out had also touched her inappropriately. We even got her on both video and audio recording going into details about who did what to her without her knowledge of course but just to get some kind of evidence to get her help and justice. Well, we decided then not to take her back to be with her mother and we lawyered up and got ready for the long custody battle ahead of us. After proving her unfit (only because she neglected her and never got her any medical help or anything no imminuzations or docotr visits at all) we're we able to get full temporary custody. We placed her into therapy and we found out then that my kids were involved more than we knew. They had been all three playing "games" together for a while now because my SD and my bio daughter we're both sexually abused. We out my bio daughter into play therapy as well where it came out that she was molested by none other than my mom and step-dad just as I was. I am so hurt right now and I feel like it's so much worse that it has been done to my children even worse than when I was having it done to me. My marriage has fallen apart as I'm not the same person I was before. I thought my childhood fucked me up but this has been so much worse on my mental state and me as a person not including my poor babies and what they're reliving. I've withdrawn from life in general and have thoughts constantly about taking justice into my own hands as nobody seems to care or be doing anything at all about any of it. I just don't understand why nobody will do anything. I'm worried I'm going to snap soon and end up doing something stupid. Hurt me all you want but don't touch my babies! I can't seem to cope with and figure out how to move on appropriately with this and I'm in therapy myself and on meds as I've said I've had mental health issues my whole life and nothing I do or say is making anything any better and the fact that nobody seems to care and these people are just off the hook with no consequences eats at me daily. How do I live with this guilt and shame? Why didn't I open my mouth and tell when it was done to me so that I couldn't ever have happened to my baby. Idk what else I can do to get justice for my family.

0. Before i start is crucial for me to say that i ve been experiencing a fantasy in my head about a molestation i suffered when i was a 11yrs old kid by my aunt and cousin. I was a fat kid, with a fat ass, and they both liked to grab my ass randomly. I stayed 2 years living with them. It was embarassing, but i got used with them doing it to me. Nowadays i have a gf and having a "normal" sex life. But i have some stuff that bothers me in my head, i wrote some facts about me below, and i end the text with my question i need help with.

1. When i see girls personally i get phisically, sexually and sometimes romantically attracted. This dont ever happened with guys.

Just like, i notice a nice girl ass on the streets, and cant help looking at it, or a nice pair of breasts, or smile and stuff.

2. I cant feel nothing romantic with guys, but it happens all the time with girls. If she looks at me i feel that romantic attraction. Nothing of this could happen with a man...

3*. When i masturbate i think of girls, and sometimes i can also think about a girl doing the same thing my aunt and cousin did. But i could also think about a male figure doing the same specif acts that i suffered when a child.

4. I found womans body really attractive, and normally if i see any naked dude, for example at the gym i go, i dont feel nothing...

I guess the short text to all i said is:

I have been molested in my childhood and nowadays it turned into a subject when i jerk off, i think it may have turned into a fantasy, or fetish.

What it means? Is it possible to just have a fantasy that can eventually involve both gender and not being bi? I dont feel like a bi person because i dont feel anything for guys in real life, only when if i imagine the fantasy i explained above.

Thanks a lot for hearing/reading me :)

For the past 16 years i have lived with an abusive father. Just moments ago i was on the receiving end of my fathers anger. My father and i are like strangers almost. I dont even remember the last time we had a pleasent conversation. For the smalles things i do i hear a shitty remark from him. I am always the one at fault with him, i am always the one whos wrong with him, and im always the bad guy in his eyes. I have 2 siblings and whenever i get mad at them my dad screams at me saying ive done something to instigate them. When they are mad at me ive the one getting my ass beat still. Why is everything my fault with this man? Nothing i do pleases him. Ive tries to get his approval or make him happy so many times but he still finds something to judge.. My question is, if you claim to love your child, how can you put your hands on them? And hurt them? My dad has slapped me with full force in the face hundreds of times, hes pushed me, hit me with objects, thrown things at me, and one time he even started to choke me.

A father is suppose to protect his children from all harm yet hes the one who is harming me. This doesnt nake any sense. Why me of all people? Can anyone relate?

My husbands ex wife went on a trip with her boyfriend and her 3 sons. Which are my step sons. We got a picture from her saying boys will be boys. And said she was outside and heard a scream from her oldest Max 4 yrs. She ran in to see her little boy Ammon 3 yrs whipped a charging cord 3 times at his older brothers face while spinning in circles. The picture we got does not look like he was hit with a cord. It looks like a hand print. When we got the boys we saw his poor face and asked him what happened. He said “my mom told me to tell you that Ammon hit me with a cord, he really didn’t though. I just woke up and had the bruise on my face. But my mom says Ammon hit me.” Strange right?!? Anyways I then got in contact with her now ex boyfriend and he said she was inside with the kids the whole time. And after the incident she took it straight to her social medias posting what she told us happened. This looks like a hand print right? I’m not going crazy? We did report it but they dropped it. I’m worried for these poor boys. Also my husband divorced her for physical and mental and emotional abuse. She claims she acted that way towards him because she was struggling with ppd. (Postpartum depression)

Hi I'm xxyrs male old my life is just running to be honest this my First time telling this to someone so let's start when I was 6-8 maybe little bit younger there was uncle It was morning when I was brushing my teeth he stand in front of I was frozen bcz he physically abuse I was afraid of him at that first he says " take of your pant" I was following his order because I was afraid second he say " suck your dick " I tried thinking he will go and will not beat me but obviously I can't do it when I looked at him he was gone there was relief but I turn my head see his dick so close to my mouth I was naive and it Began he say "suck mine" I did i close my eyes and after only thing I remember is he was peeing or Cumming in my mouth I cough after some second his mother and sister were coming I straight ran crying hugging or something else i looked at him I was only able to see his see him half I'd remember he tried to hide it and was able to hide the emotion on his face telling he was gonna to lot more but was not able to disappoint Rage I can see it his but thing that shocked was not a single drop of fear (Wait for part two if get normal upvote on this )

I just wanted to get this off my chest, but Spankings..? Are COMPLETE CHILD ABUSE. Paddles, whips, outlets, you name it. Why… just WHY would u hit ur child would a whole damn belt or whatever just for doing something bad or whatever? What if they didn’t bend do anything wrong? I know the saying from the Bible “Spare the rod, spoil the child”, but I just can’t accept the fact that peoples parents still love them after a beating. Just because they’re a kid dosent mean u have to widely abuse them like crazy. That does not show ANY TYPE of love, and like I said before, that is plain child abuse. One who abuses a child instead of talking to them is a plain child abuser. That is NO WAY to treat your child. Why not JUST TALK TO THEM?! Just because some random kid did a tiny mistake, doesn’t mean they have to get beat to death. Some kids are actually depressed because of this. Some kids actual have suicidal thoughts BECUASE if this. Just talk to your kid, that is no way to respect ur child.

I don't really expect anyone to say much to me about this. I don't really know what to expect or why I am posting here. But here goes nothing.

I was adopted into my current family when I was 2.

For four years around the age of 10, I was physically and emotionally abused, and neglected, by my father. My mother was in denial about what was happening or something. I have talked to her about it and she says she had no idea it was happening, but there is no way she didn't.

My parents split up without a divorce for the first 2 years of the abuse, while I was in the 4th grade. One night I got home later in the day from whatever it was I had to do that day. My mother was with me. I don't remember the specifics of what happened here. Basically my father had a suitcase packed for me and had taken all of his belongings to an apartment. He sent me to my room while he talked to my mom about what was going on, and then took me to the apartment. The only thing I really remember happening was sitting on my bed just asking God why this was happening. My parents both raised me Christian (no longer one now, for other reasons. I don't believe religion was the reason for any of it). I was taken to the apartment, and it had a living room, a kitchen, a small dining area, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. I was given a room without a light, but the light switch was connected to the outlet, so I could use a lamp. I was to stay at the apartment for Tuesdays-Thursdays, and the house with my mom Fridays-Mondays. My father wanted more days during the school work so he could "help me stay on track". My room didn't have much in it. I had a dresser for clothes, a bed, and a lamp. I also had a picture of all three of us together as a family, and I can remember crying over it on a couple occasions. I remember being extremely cold that night. I was cold a lot because my dad liked keeping the apartment cold. I ended up being in-explicitly bullied for the next two years of school by children who used to be friends.

The year before my dad moved to the apartment I was placed in the AT&G program. All children in 2nd grade in the city I lived in had to take an IQ test, and 20 children who scored the highest had the option to be in a class together, learning Math and Reading a grade level up. Because I made it into the program, my father thought that meant I was destined to become the next Einstein or some bs. This was what he used as the reason for constantly "punishing" me.

My father used to squeeze my wrists, upper arms, or the nerves directly above my knees. He is a very large man (6 foot four inches, and 220 pounds of mostly muscle). I was a very small child. Even now I am 110 pounds at 18 years old. I thought he would break my arms when he did it, and many times I got bruises. That happened almost daily when I was there. While he would do that he would get his face an inch from mine and scream at me at the top of his lungs, telling me whatever it was that he thought I was in trouble for. That usually ended with me getting literally thrown into my room, and I wasn't allowed to leave for hours. Sometimes I would spend the entire time I got home from school in there, until the next morning. Just a bed and a lamp. I was allowed to leave to go to the restroom, and that was it. If I went to the bathroom too much he would flip like I described before. He would not feed me, or pay for my school food. 3 days a week I would starve. I didn't understand that any of this was abuse at the time. He had convinced me that it was my fault, and that I needed to try harder. Everyday he would find something I did incorrectly with my school work, and use it as an excuse to flip out on me.

While he was at the apartment, he was cheating on my mom with another married woman. He is a teacher of a middle school. He was cheating on my mom with the mother of a female student he had. When I was in middle school, I was in the same class as another one of her daughters, since my dad made me go to that school so he could be my history teacher for 3 years. I never even realized that was happening until after that all happened.

The time I spent at the house, was spent taking care of my mom. My mom has been paralyzed from the waist down since she was 21 and she got in a car accident. My father told her that that was the reason he left her for the apartment. He met her while she was paralyzed to give some perspective on the situation. I spent 95% of my free time at the house either helping my mom with daily tasks she needed to do to function, or with errands, by pushing her in her chair, and helping her get to and from places. My mom had been almost destroyed emotionally. She would cry almost daily about my dad. I was her only anchor emotionally, and so I held down my need for emotional support to be hers. I prepared food for her and helped her get in and out of bed most days I was there. I was doing more parenting than she was, while I was a child.

This went on for about 2-2.5 years. Then my dad decided to come back to the house. My mom found proof he was cheating and confronted him, then decided to let him stay. My mother is an amazing wife, and he still doesn't appreciate her. My mother lost her social life after he came back and dedicated all of her energy to trying to make sure he wouldn't want to leave again. One time he left with a suitcase after I actually stood up for myself, and my mom blamed me that he was leaving again, completely turning her back on my as I was curled into a ball crying. And that was only one of the many many times my mother let my father mistreat me. For the next 3 years after he got back, he treated me almost exactly the same as when I was at the apartment, just while we were at the middle school, and when I wold my mother about it, she would let it happen, and blamed me for it. That was when I lost all love I had for my mother. By that time I already had a burning hate against my father, regardless of my self blame. I was very compliant to what both of my parents wanted, but still received abuse. It didn't stop until 9th grade in high school, when I developed severe depression. I was extremely suicidal when my mother finally decided to take me to be assessed by a therapist, who sent me to the emergency room. 4 hours later I was on a 4 hour ambulance ride to a mental hospital, while strapped down. I spent a week at the hospital being loaded with anti depressants. I ended up receiving therapy until last September, when I turned 18.

After the hospital my father finally started to ease up on me. I think he realized he was going too far with things. He never fully got better with me. The only thing that changed was the yelling and physical abuse. I am still emotionally abused.

There were a couple more extreme cases of abuse that he did to me, such as throwing a large plate at my head with the intent to hurt me. I luckily dodged, however after that event I feared for my life every time my father would flip out on me. The plate ended up leaving a hole in the wall behind me.

I developed a form of PTSD according to my therapist. I consistently have nightmares about the apartment, and I have really heavy mood swings. I have anxiety, and maybe still depression. I am really unsure.

I now have a girlfriend, although she lives across the world from me. I have visited her, and it went wonderfully. I am proposing to her this July when we see each other again, on our 1 year anniversary. I am certain she will say yes, and we will probably get married in around two years, once she finishes university.

I am really struggling to function. I shower once every two weeks at the least. I eat a lot less food than is healthy. I have horrible sleeping patterns. I have no job, as I already have a passive income as a result of being adopted (runs out soon), and I am going to be visiting England consistently for the next two years (can't afford it). I live with my parents. However I have no support from my parents on my life choices. In fact they want money from me sometimes, even though I don't have any to give, so I never do give them any.

I can not function as a person, and have no motivation to do anything in life except marry my girlfriend, and produce music. I don't know what I expect from posting here. Maybe some help possibly. Advise isn't exactly what I am looking for so maybe I can't really get any help.

If you have read this much, thank you I guess. Sorry for the long read.

Trigger warning: sexual abuse, children.

Hi! So I have these two memories from the age of around 4-5 years old of me being in someones house and I go into a room, under the covers with just my head poking out. Then, I pretend to be asleep and this boy (probably double or more my age, pretty sure a teenager), goes under the covers, takes off my pants and like, explores me. I don’t remember if he does more but I just remembered him looking and touching. And this whole time i let him, or more so I expected him to, cause I purposely was pretending to be asleep and he knew that too. Then he calls in a friend of his and they both go under the covers.

Then in another instance, I don’t know if the same day or another, I remember being in a basement and laying on a couch with an older boy spooning me with his hands down my pants. And other kids were around too I think.

My question and point is, from the way I remember this happening, I completely let it happen, if anything like, felt it was so normal. I didn’t really feel uncomfortable or forced to be touched, but as a 4-5 year old, knowing that boys touch me down there, or that they even want to is weird right? And the fact that I would pretend to be asleep is also weird right?

Do you think this implies that I would regularly be touched as a child (i just don’t remember), and was so used to it that with older boys this was my form of child play? Should I see a psychologist or something about it?

I used to always have this memory and I would feel ashamed for letting those boys touch me, as if I liked it, but I recently started thinking that I must have learned that from somewhere or someone taking advantage of me.

I’m in my mid 20s now, and I don’t feel this really affects me, but it may be a rooted problem and may actually affect me (especially my sex life and comfort) more than I think. Especially now that I realize it may have been more than I originally thought.

I just wanna know if a 4-5 year old would naturally let that happen, or if I was actually accustomed to it from a deeper abuse I’m unaware of.

Thanks so much and sorry for such a triggering topic.

If this is not considered abuse, I apologize in advance and do not mean to trivialize physical violence or offend anyone on this sub.

But I didn’t know where else to ask this question.

My ex-husband has gotten into a habit of shaving my five year old son’s head completely bald to spite me.

My son cares about how he looks and is charming and super cute and loves to receive positive attention. He’s warm and fun and really social and likeable. So it bothers me that his father subjects him to humiliation to piss me off.

It started about a year and a half ago with a couple of botched homemade haircuts from his dad. Then I started getting upset about it and asked him kindly to stop doing it and that I would take over the hair cutting myself. Since then I’ve religiously taken him to the barber every two to three weeks, whether we could afford it or not, whether it was convenient or not, to keep him with a fresh haircut.

But on a few occasions when I’ve done something their father finds annoying, he’ll shave him bald again. This last time it was because I kept the boy home from preschool while we were having car trouble and their dad was pissed because he has to pay whether my son attends or not.

I’m angry and annoyed that my super cute son hasn’t had a decent picture in two years because his hair is either gone or in awkward stages of growing out. Other parents and teachers mentioned it to me, so I am sure children say stuff to my son about it.

And he’s such a sweet kid that neither he nor his sister will speak up to their dad because their dad is bald himself (not by choice) and they would never insult him by pointing out how dumb it looks.

What can I do? So I have any recourse? Am I powerless in this matter?

I'm 21 and autistic. I still live with my parents and they hate me. I've been abused all my life.

These are the things my family is doing to me: Being mean to me Threatening to kick me out of the house Constantly forgetting about me Once my dad said that he wants to slam me into a wall, but he won't Making me feel as I can't be honest with my family Constantly criticizing me Making me feel like I'm not able to talk to my younger siblings Just being assholes in general Yell at me Starve me

So I called the cops and they didn't do anything. What do I do now?

I am 50 now and all the emotional and physical abuse I suffered as a child and teen is haunting me. I do not know how to deal with these feelings as I now realise I was abused and neglected so badly by my parents. My neighbours were aware, as were my teachers and the Police when I was a teen but nothing changed. My youth was wrecked by my narc' parents - why does this still affect me now??

i'd be very grateful for anyone's opinion on this, i've been struggling with it for years. i haven't got any friends or family i could confide in about this, and when i have tried in the past it has come back to bite me. is what i went through abuse? It doesn't fit neatly into any boxes, which makes me constantly feel like i am being dramatic, and every time i get comfortable with the term 'abuse' i start invalidating it and i'm back at square one. but something that has so profoundly affected me surely can't just be 'nothing'?

i had a very normal early childhood with no real issues and i was such a daddy's girl. since i became a teenager (im 24 now) my dad completely changed. however, any negative show of emotion such as crying is always met with distain, condescension and passive agressiveness. my family does not express affection or talk about emotion. we do not thank or apologise. i have never heard "i love you" and hugging is rare and unnatural, normally responded to with "what is this for?".

through my teen years, my dad constantly picked fights with me over tiny things that didn't matter, blowing them massively out of proportion, with reprocussions, silent treatment and passive aggressiveness lasting days. i remember him talking to me while i was washing dishes, i turned to him and some water dripped off my fingertips, launching him into the biggest rage i have ever seen him in. he even threw a dishcloth at me (which i know isn't a big deal but it still frightened me). he's done similar things about impossible tasks that i have failed such as washing the dishes without making the dish water dirty. whenever there is a discussion or a disagreement, i will be accused of picking a fight and ruining the peace and that my tone of voice is aggressive. he will go around in circles, play the victim, say things like 'you're making my head spin', and blame me for yelling when he is the only one raising his voice, you get the picture. i'm not allowed to walk away because then i'm "only hearing what i want to hear" but if i let it esculate it goes from 0-100 in seconds and the unbearable passive aggressiveness will hang in the air for days afterward. i constantly felt, and still do feel like i am walking on eggshells, i have no idea what he will blow up about. if something happens that i am sure he will blow up over and he has no reaction, i get very confused and it really disorientates me, i don't feel relieved as i imagine i should. over the years i think this is what has made me an extremely timid people pleaser. i don't trust my own tone of voice or my reactions and feelings. i am constantly anxious and pre-occupied with my delivery and of upsetting people unintentionally.

i recall another time driving somewhere with him, i did not know there were two entrances to the venue, i ended up directing him to the wrong one. he got so angry he was speeding and nearly crashed, then threatened to drive us to a nearby cliff edge so we could jump off. i have never been more frightened in my life, i felt like my body didn't belong to me. when we arrived, i was physically weak and looked unwell, the person we met there asked if i was okay and if anything had happened and i just lied. this was never brought up again. because these things are swept under the rug, and my mom sides with my dad, it has always made me feel like i am making a fuss over nothing, and these things are normal. it has made me doubt my responses to everything in my life. i have since been in many toxic relationships that i did not leave simply because i didn't trust my suspicions.

my dad has never taken an interest in my mental health or autism diagnosis, he doesn't even know what my diagnoses are. when he was getting laid off at work, he approached me to try and get evidence of my disability to "prove" he was financially supporting me as his disabled child as a case against redundancy. i was functionally independent and had my own job. i've always wanted my parents to take an interest in my health, but this just made me feel like a pawn. when i tried to bring up how tactless this was, he flew into a rage about my ungratefulness and how his life's work is about putting food on the table and a roof over our head.

he constantly micromanaged and oversaw everything i did, from where i went to the shoes i bought, none of this was forced, but i never felt like there was a choice, or rather, there was a wrong and a right choice. this led me to always seek his approval, which is something i still carry into adulthood, and i have a real problem now with making independent decisions. he has always said, he wants me to be independent and happy, but his actions have never set me up to achieve this. i felt so smothered. he would often make tactless remarks about me to others in my prescence, but i wouldn't say they are classed as 'humiliating or degrading'. for example at student-teacher conferences, he would often say to teachers that i was a bit below average, but i make up for it with hard work, which the teachers often corrected him on - i have always been academically talented. or if i'd visit a relative he'd say something like "just remember to give her wifi and food, and she won't bother you" which the relatives often thought was a very strange thing to say and not fitting with my character at all. to be honest, it always felt a bit degrading. nothing was ever met with celebration, always caution. my hobbies and achievements were never praised or encouraged, if i did well, i was cautioned not to get complacent.

i ended up being the scapegoat for anything that went wrong, during his rages, i was told i tore my family apart and ruined his life, that i was thankless, lazy and a brat and when i walk into rooms, the atmosphere darkens. but he has never outright name-called. i was constantly threatened with being kicked out, and feeling trapped and unable to tell anyone what was happening, i couldn't make a plan for this. my dad even had the audacity to tell me i should have taken a gap year and applied to better universities, when the reason i accidently got 4 A*s in the first place was because i was told i wouldn't be welcome at home after my a-levels. i thought i was going to become homeless if i didn't get into university. after many years, they told me they were never really going to kick me out - but at the time it felt incredibly real, and i was terrified that i would be on the street the next day from ages 14-18.

my dad never hit me or was violent, he never degraded or humiliated me in public or taken control of my finances. but his constant rage, shouting, unpredictability and micromanaging made me frightened and feel unstable, eventually that feeling stuck around and never went away and i am still dealing with it to this day. we always had enough and i never had to go without. he would always say things like "we just want you to be happy in life" and "we tried to give you a better life than we had" but his actions never lined up with his words. nobody in my life would believe me if i told them that he treated me like this, and if i gave examples, i feel like they would scoff because there's no physical violence. but all of these things together for over twenty four years, i feel like has left me a shell of who i could have become.

Okay so when I was a child (7 years old was when it began) this guy (who was 16) began molesting me which later led to him repeatedly raping me for 3 years. I never told anyone about what happened. Fast forward to 15 years later, I finally told my family what he did which created some issues within my immediate family for my parents didn’t want to believe it. This guy is a preachers son, has a daughter of his own and is very well liked/known in my home town. After it got out that he abused me a few weeks later another girl around my age spoke up saying he did the same to her. Today I got a call from a police officer from my home town asking me to come down and answer some questions about allegations against this man. I’m assuming he did it to someone else or something for them to be reaching out to me. (The statue of limitations is already past for me and this other girl) so I’m guessing there must be someone else.

The thing is I don’t want to go down and speak with them. I don’t want it to get out what he did to me. I know I should say something but honestly I’ve moved on from all of this. I have a career, a life, no one knows about my past. I moved 4 hours away to start over. I don’t want to dig up this stuff from my past. I am in school in the evenings finishing my masters and currently teaching kindergarten. I don’t want this to be an issue. Will it make me a bad person if I don’t go make a statement about what he did to me? I know I could potentially be helping another victim get justice, but at what cost? Everyone knowing my past? Everyone knowing what happened? I don’t want that. I just want to move on. What should I do?

Someone send me a sticker of a baby getting molested ( like a literally months old kid). Can we find out who made it. It is from what's app and the name is in the ss. This is literally few months old child getting i don't know how to even say this??? Anyone help?

My darling. My desperately desired second born daughter her lightness now faded, disjointed and broken. Sexually abused by my little baby bro.

It feels a very strange thing to say that I feel ‘fortunate’ that my 11yo daughter had the courage to come to me and disclose his abuse.

Any love I once had for him, two and half decades slowly drained out from me as she spoke in great detail of his disgusting betrayal.

Anger, hurt and a heartbreaking, grieving ache of disappointment and loss. Pushed down while I her confidint, try to hold myself together. Mustering a strength that no parent should ever have to find with a million questions flooding into my mind. How could he do such a thing? How could he do this to her? What the fuck was he thinking? Why my little girl? Why me? What did I do so wrong? Forever his loving big sister what in his head is so loose to do something so heinous? Fuck her entire life up?

He stole her free choice, her first memories of intimacy and he selfishly took an innocence and faith from my sweet girl that can never be replaced.

Quietly and intently I listen to her every word. Internally I’m spiraling out of control and my own crushing and caving comes on as quickly as it goes. Pushed down, placed neatly on the shelf because now there’s no time to feel, as it’s my turn to speak. I thank my sweet child for trusting in me. I commend her for her instincts, something felt wrong albeit unknowing. I compliment her bravery, how could she speak on such a thing? Then I try to reassure her, took more times than one, that in no way what happened was any of it her fault. Most importantly I poor all of my soul into making sure she knows that I see the truth, I believe her and she wasn’t alone.

I completely underestimated the polarising effect that intrafamilial child sexual abuse and its disclosure has on a family. It has in all honesty completely decimated almost the entirety of our support network. I am continually baffled beyond all disappointment by their total lack of compassion, understanding and support from both sides of our once ‘nice’ family.

How shocking, how misguided and ignorant can people be? Choosing to reject her words completely, then minimising and ignoring. Burying heads deep in the sand supporting an abuser perhaps more time would be better spent reading facts than out recruiting? Disinterested in taking time to educate themselves or see the irreparable damages caused and the prevalence of this continuous silent pandemic.

Their refusal to believe it and address Child Sexual Abuse, only perpetuates the problem sacrificing yet another generation of innocents. Prioritising their own selfish need to escape an uncomfortable reality over the pain of an abused child. Their kin, their own young flesh and blood just left out to hang and dry. An adored uncle a once trusted adult there to protect her has sexually abused her. And the once sweet promises of unconditional family support, her remaining trusted adults reject, shame and do not believe her.

My sweet girl just a child, a victim abandoned and retraumatised.

Every ideal and construct she once had is shattered. Nothing is what it was before and after it all falls down around us she confesses to me, that she wishes she never told me at all.

1 in 4 Australian adults admit to being sexually assaulted as a child. That is 25% of our entire population. Over 70% of those victims admit that it happened more than once and 45% more than six times.

Would you like to take a wild guess as to how many of those victims were abused by someone known to the family? Over 90%. A family member? Over 72%.

Out of every 1000 child sexual abuses happening here today, only 300 child claims are reported. Less than half are prosecuted, and half again actually make it to trial. If you thought it was just your family in a deluded state of denial. Prepare yourself as 1 in 3 Aussie adults firmly state that they would not believe the child.

Yet it has been established that around 92% of children that disclose child sexual abuse are in fact truthful.

But of course as a parent that can read their child’s lies, the small tells they’ve been giving away all their short lives, we already knew that. As painful as it is to face that sexual assault has happened to our babes we do not deny what’s true.

Besides who could honestly believe that a child thinks that it’s a ‘cool story’ to be touched up by their uncle, or step father or whomever? It is certainly not a story that I ever heard a classmate gloating about at recess. Did you?

There are 1 in 4 adults all around us, faceless victims, generation after generation left grieving in silence.

I will openly admit that I did not teach my daughters about sexual predators close or within our family. I cannot teach what I do not know.

I taught them not to take candy from a stranger. I told them to watch out for creeps loitering near the school yard. I taught them that sometimes boys have ill intentions. How to scream bloody murder if being carried, taken away. I made them fear internet strangers that requested to meet they could be an old man peadophile with a keyboard and stinky feet.

For years they sung a catchy viral TikTok song about consent, ‘No, no don’t touch me there, this is my no no square’. Embarrassingly sung it everywhere, even out in public along with matching hand actions outlining their no no square and all!

We cannot prevent what we do not teach.

We cannot teach if we all refuse to speak.

Those who have failed our kids they cannot learn if they refuse to listen.

Personally… I say, ‘stuff ‘em’, the naysayers and fence sitters. The deniers of truth and reality. I will waste not time nor tears grieving a support system that clearly never existed.

They can continue avoiding uncomfortability and they can choose to stay silent.

But I promise you, for the sake of the next child. I will simply start speaking louder!

The Uber driver last week knows this story. He asked me why my 11yo daughter needs a babysitter after I randomly sought his opinion on some candidates. “Because sir, she was very recently sexually assaulted”. His head shaking in disbelief, his healthy curiosity leading to an open progressive conversation on Child Sexual Abuse between two strangers. I asked him, “Should I reconcile with my father? He wants a relationship with me but denies my child’s truth.” Absolutely not. Not now, not ever was his hardlined guillotine like stance. “Should my daughter keep trying to reach out to her dad? He hasn’t had one conversation with her since this all happened. He hasn’t seen her, he lives ten minutes up the road. She keeps texting him pleading for him to just say he believes her instead he leaves each text on read. The last reply she has he says, ‘He’s too weak to cope with.. it’

My Uber driver gasped. A horrified look resting on his face. Shaking his head. No he says.

Might he share her story with someone else one day? Tell his wife about what he was told today? And if a child tells him one of their own, will he remember how he gasped and to all nonbelievers he told that lady to say no?

Now in my head I hear an answer thick with Aussie country twang. Sighs, “I bloody well hope so!”.

Was hoping to make a post.