A Rape victim tells her story for the first time and recounts
how she slept her way through school but found healing by
doing the needful…If you have ever been raped and still
wallowing in self pity or disgust,please read this story,it
might encourage you.
Hi Stella,
Following the recent rape post, I tot to share my
experience and how it almost ruined me and how God
helped me scaled through it.
I think I was 5 or 6 then and my mum ( mother hen as she
was always called) travelled with my younger ones leaving
me at the mercy of my step mum who was older. Mum
always locked us up in the room when she was around and
the fact that she had me when she was just 17 years also
had effect on her.
So my bro (HALF BROTHER- FIRST SON) sent every one
out of the house( I think it was a duplex or so) and said
since my mum didn’t always allow me out, I should be the
only one remaining . he later asked me to go get something
for him and while I was on my way, grabbed me and
forcefully penetrated me. I screamed or fainted or so.
When I woke up, he told his mum he wanted to take me out
to the beach. he made me promise him I wouldn’t tell my
mum cos my mum will kill him, kill my dad and me. he
continued molesting me for over 5 years when ever he was
around and had the opportunity or sometimes takes me to
his friends house and like 3 of them will take turns on me.
I later was sent to a boarding school and escaped his
torments. there in school, I became born again and still did
not tell anyone but was always scared to be left alone in a
males company. my mum noticed something, tried to make
me talk but I felt protecting her from jail was my priority
cos I know she will kill him if she ever knew.
This my brother was an undergraduate then and I later
knew he molested me out of hatred for my mum marrying
my dad and he was the capone of his cult in school, very
dreaded.
I became aggressive when I gained admission to
the University on discovering a lot of my friends where
virgins And those who had it recount how precious there
first time were.
I decided to sleep around afterall, God didn’t protect me
when I needed him most, though I couldn’t sleep with
married men cos of the hatred my siblings had for my mum
and didn’t want her life replayed in mine.
I had loads of boys at will.
I learnt the act of sex and how
to give pleasure ,yes, they told themselves how good I was
in bed and trust boys, they wanted me. I thought I had
power and I controlled them at will.
I was angry and needed to take it out but foolishly, I was
hurting myself and reputation. it affected my study abd I
dropped from a 1st class result to a pass in a matter of 2
sessions. but my mum kept praying cos her instinct told
her it was a spiritually attack. . God saved me by always
sending some student pastors my way who always feel
they needed to counsel me or be my friend, at my 4th year I
had a lot of them as friends.
They encouraged me without even knowing the reason for
my waywardness and lifestyle. they were not ashamed to
sit,visit and gist with me. I saw God’s forgiveness and
mercy through them. I sat myself down one day,though
through my pains and discovered some things;
1. my brother and his friends have moved on, married, got
kids, become born again some pastor self and asked God to
forgive them.
2. I was hurting myself misbehaving, failing exams, not
enjoying God at his best
3. I realised my mum was always blaming herself for
marrying as a second wife at 17yrs and making our
brothers and sisters hate us for sharing their dad.
4. most of my friends lied about being a virgin then(lolz)
Therefore I forgave myself, my brother and his friends,my
mum and made a decision to move on. focused on my
studies, encouraged my mum to further her education ( she
has msc now and writing her ICAN by November ) my
siblings (mum had 4 of us) are all graduates doing well (I
am an engineer, 2nd is a broadcaster,3rd a doctor and 4th
a nurse) .
I am married with kids and hubby is a blessing though I
tried telling him about my past or some of it, he says he is
not interested and wants only the future.
I know I can kill if
anyone touches my daughter and always prays it will never
get to that cos even if I do, the memory still will affect her.
Please lets train our boys against molesting the girls and
vice versa, it is my campaign now cos I know it can hurt.
I
am 32 now and this is the first time am recounting this
since it happened.
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