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My first experience being raped was at the age of 7 years old. I had my uncle (father’s brother) who used to take care of me and my siblings after school when we got home because my mother would be at work and so was my father. So it all started with him always offering me gifts like flowers and toys. Which made sense because he was my uncle but then slowly the touching game started. Well, my mother never educated me about being touched and not allowing anyone to touch me so I found it weird but didn’t say anything because I was clueless about what was going on. Then he started warning me that if I told anyone, he would deny it and he would make sure that he found a way to kill me so I kept quiet and every day I became a pounding machine for him.
It went on until I was 8
Then my parents got divorced and we moved.
This affected my way of seeing men. If I dated men it was to make them suffer, to see them cry, I have difficulties up till date to sleep at night especially when I am alone. But I met a great guy who tried to help me to conquer but I didn’t completely conquer it. We had a beautiful baby girl and a few months later we were at the park, just catching up on our love because since the baby I was too busy with motherhood.
We saw three guys seated and we passed them and they greeted us. And after passing them, my heart started beating so fast and I told my baby daddy that something bad was going to happen.
One came in front and the second in the middle and the last at the back, stopped us and all had different weapons with them. They searched us as if they wanted to rob us but one of them kept putting his hand in my panty and when I removed it. He pointed the gun in my face and said he would kill me. They took us into a bush and they stabbed my baby daddy in the leg and made him watch as they raped me.
Worst experience I have ever been through honestly and ever since I see one of them at the mall, robots sometimes. I am sometimes not sure if it’s just my imagination. Anyway, I have shared my experience with you which I hardly do because of the touching story your friend told you and I would be glad if you shared mine with her. I am now 23 years old, a mother to two beautiful children – 8 years old and 6 years (turning 7 in August). Sadly I am no longer with their father because of the park incident his family saw me as a rape victim and they thought I wasn’t good enough and forgot that I carried their son on my back to the hospital after being raped.
I discovered last year that I am HIV positive but I know that there is a great God in heaven who shall heal me because by his stripes I am indeed healed. Honestly, I don’t know who I got it from. But all I know is that I have it, I have acknowledged that it would be from the rape or my baby daddy but what matters is that I am fighting it every day by staying healthy.
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