I think it’s hard for me to think about myself…

I lived a hard life through physical abuse, molestation, and rape. I was always told by my mom that if anyone ever touched your swimsuit parts, it wasn’t okay and you needed to tell someone… Well, it started with the one person who you are supposed to trust, your dad. My dad molested me when I was younger, followed by an uncle on his side who touched me, and my grandpa. When I did say something, I was called a liar.

When I was about 7 or 8, a boy I played with growing up, who was much older than me, took me into the closet, touched my private parts, and said it was okay cause we were playing house and I was his wife.