I’ve made lots of mistakes in life, most of which I’m still healing from, but what makes me so happy is that even though I was at a stage where I could easily have been sexually abused, it never happened. I remember sleeping on the chest of my cousin’s neighbor then. We’d share the same bed and all. This was the same person that planned to rape his female friend. I was 8 years old, and he was already a teenager then. I also have a stepdad, and I’ve heard countless stories of sexual abuse by stepfathers. A few years ago, I trusted my male friends too much and was too free with them.
A couple of times, they tried to force themselves to kiss and hug me when I was in a very vulnerable state. I had to fight tooth and nail to ensure it didn’t happen. There are many more experiences, but I’m glad none resulted in actual abuse. This makes me feel so bad when society tags all women who lost their virginity as “loose.” Some are actually victims of abuse, and it breaks my heart that they are being judged. All I do now is stay away from men until I better myself and find one I can trust. It’s never too late—anything can still happen.
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