Well I decided to post my story though it is going to be hard and painful. I’m going to post it in two parts. From ages 0-14 then 15 until now.
Well, my story starts like everyone else’s, with my birth…
I was born in Arizona to a loving mom and dad. We lived the ideal life. My mom was a pediatrician and my dad was a neurologist. My parents had tried for four years to have a baby. My life went great until I was about eight years old. When I was eight, my uncle moved in with us for a while because he had lost his job. I never really knew him because he had lived in Washington my whole life. At first, things went perfectly. He would take me to the movies, the mall. He watched me after school every day. He was super nice and I loved and trusted him! But sometimes, I would feel a little uncomfortable. Just little things like he would want to help me bathe, hug me and kiss me a little too hard and long. Then one weekend, when my parents went to New York, my uncle come into my room and raped me.
He lived with us for a lot longer then we expected and the abuse went on. It happened at least twice a month and as anyone could guess, I got pregnant at twelve years old. I did not tell anyone and I eventually suffered a very painful miscarriage one night. The abuse continued until I was fourteen and I became pregnant for the second time. This time I expected that like the last time I would miscarry but I didn’t. It was not until I was seven months pregnant that my mother found out. She had come home early one night and I had fallen asleep in a tank top (I had worn HUGE sweatshirts to hide it). She didn’t yell, just said we had to talk about this. The whole story came in a great wave and she told my uncle never to come back. At eight and a half months pregnant, I had a little girl and named her Kathryn Elisabeth. I entrusted her wellbeing to a couple who couldn’t have children. I receive pictures of her all the time and her adoptive mother emails and calls me all the time.
I have never regreted giving Kate the home she deserves.
