I Was 3 Years Old And My Cousin Was 40

When I was two years old and until I was three, my cousin who was around thirty or forty molested. The school psychiatrist didn't believe me when I was five, said it was all made up in my head. As I got older, I began to think that sort of behavior was normal. I was thirteen when my best friend tried to rape me. My parents didn't believe me because I had waited so long to tell them and because I was forced to stay around him after the incident, we lived across the street from each other, and I wasn't allowed to hide away inside all day. By the time high school came around I was a mess, wondering what I did to deserve all of this. I had guy friends sending me random nude photos or harassing me for mine. My freshman year a friend stuck his fingers up my skirt and touched me while in the cafeteria, several times, just because we were dating at that time.

I didn't know how to tell anyone, this is the first time I've said a word about it. I had another guy in senior year grab at my breasts and touch me while in class. No one noticed and I couldn't speak. I finally worked up the courage to tell my dad, we managed to get that to stop. But the final straw was when another family member sexually abused me and my parents didn't listen. They don't believe me to this day.

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