Physically and emotionally dying
When I was 12 I was sexually abused and harassed for 2 years and I didn't even tell my parents because I was afraid.
Being 12 I had just finished grade 6 and was looking forward to the new year ahead, meeting new people and taking on the responsibility of homework life. I was always chirpy, smiling and happy and thought my life was great and nothing could possibly go wrong but it did.
November of 2003 we had new neighbours move in next door. Being the good person i was i went over to greet them and welcome them to the neighbourhood. There was an Indian man and a Singaporean lady, both aged at 55.
Weeks went by and they had come over for BBQ's and we went to their house and so on, but to my shock he was a dirty person. When he had invited us to his home for a BBQ he sat everybody down outside under his pergola and he had asked me for help with the food. So I went inside to help and he told me he wanted to give me something, so i followed him into the lounge room, and I sat on the couch. He walked into the bedroom and he asked me to go in and help him. The curtains were closed and I was beginning to feel odd. He handed me $50 and I wasn't sure why, but I said thank you. Then he leaned over and hugged me. Then it got too far, he put his hands between my legs and stated feeling me up and whispered in my ear "don't tell your parents". I was so scared I began to shake so I left the room naturally, walked into the kitchen and went outside. I pretended like nothing was wrong.
Weeks passed and he continually gave me money and kept feeling me up. I didn't tell my parents because I was afraid he would hurt me. 2 years passed, I couldn't sleep anymore. I was emotionally dead and physically weak, it made me sick.
So I had to tell my parents. My dad wanted to kill him and my mum was mentally distressed. Dad called the police and I made a statement in which I hated revisiting everything. Then the court cases came along.
I woke up one morning and thought I was going to die. My best friend had died the night before. He was a Jack Russell and 10 years old. I had him since I was 1. My world fell apart and I know how weird it is mourning so much over a dog but when I was feeling down I went to him and sat with him for hours and told him everything and he would just listen. I wasn't sure why he died; he showed no weird behaviour the day before so Mum and Dad ordered an autopsy. It came back and the results showed he was poisoned. I knew it was him, he wanted revenge. He made my life hell. He burned chemicals and fumes and made my parents sick.
My mum today is still revisiting the past and won't ever drop the past. I got another dog, it's a Jack Russell and a female - she's only a pup. After the million court cases he was never charged and still lives next door.
Being 12 I had just finished grade 6 and was looking forward to the new year ahead, meeting new people and taking on the responsibility of homework life. I was always chirpy, smiling and happy and thought my life was great and nothing could possibly go wrong but it did.
November of 2003 we had new neighbours move in next door. Being the good person i was i went over to greet them and welcome them to the neighbourhood. There was an Indian man and a Singaporean lady, both aged at 55.
Weeks went by and they had come over for BBQ's and we went to their house and so on, but to my shock he was a dirty person. When he had invited us to his home for a BBQ he sat everybody down outside under his pergola and he had asked me for help with the food. So I went inside to help and he told me he wanted to give me something, so i followed him into the lounge room, and I sat on the couch. He walked into the bedroom and he asked me to go in and help him. The curtains were closed and I was beginning to feel odd. He handed me $50 and I wasn't sure why, but I said thank you. Then he leaned over and hugged me. Then it got too far, he put his hands between my legs and stated feeling me up and whispered in my ear "don't tell your parents". I was so scared I began to shake so I left the room naturally, walked into the kitchen and went outside. I pretended like nothing was wrong.
Weeks passed and he continually gave me money and kept feeling me up. I didn't tell my parents because I was afraid he would hurt me. 2 years passed, I couldn't sleep anymore. I was emotionally dead and physically weak, it made me sick.
So I had to tell my parents. My dad wanted to kill him and my mum was mentally distressed. Dad called the police and I made a statement in which I hated revisiting everything. Then the court cases came along.
I woke up one morning and thought I was going to die. My best friend had died the night before. He was a Jack Russell and 10 years old. I had him since I was 1. My world fell apart and I know how weird it is mourning so much over a dog but when I was feeling down I went to him and sat with him for hours and told him everything and he would just listen. I wasn't sure why he died; he showed no weird behaviour the day before so Mum and Dad ordered an autopsy. It came back and the results showed he was poisoned. I knew it was him, he wanted revenge. He made my life hell. He burned chemicals and fumes and made my parents sick.
My mum today is still revisiting the past and won't ever drop the past. I got another dog, it's a Jack Russell and a female - she's only a pup. After the million court cases he was never charged and still lives next door.
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hey look you were only 13... they should of known betta and u need to realise there are lots of feral men out there who r like that. ur not a hoe u just think u r cus of what happened. it's the guys fault more than yours as he should of known betta... as for sex being addictive i dont know if that's true.... have u thought u want it becos its something where u have control? or u just want it to show love, maybe something u never got when u were a child...
omg you poor thing. i know when people give you advice its like yeh
wateva. ive been there too. but you need to focus on the positives. you
have parents that listened to you. you have a gorjuz dog, im sure you
have some beautiful friends that would do anything for you. remember
these things because in the end its these things that will get you
through the day. stay strong xxxxx
they should have arrested him!!!!!!! you did good telling your parents and everything. learn from your mistakes and stay strong!!!!
maybe, if youre still reeeeeally emotionally hurt you could probably move houses. you know, somewhere far away and just start again...but thats up to u and ur family.
you really should go to a journalist, or get your case to the news. what he did to you is not acceptable. he should be in jail not running freely in your neighborhood. he is dangerous.
stay strong mate.