I have been following this page for a year or so but never had the courage to share my story. I really don’t know how to compose it, but here you go. My dad had lots of friends, and he is also strict. I grew up around boys, and I was as stubborn as they were. I was in trouble one day, and my dad wanted to whip me with a cane, but his friend stopped him. This friend became my favorite since that day. Whenever my dad wanted to beat me for something I did wrong, as long as this friend was around, he’d always stop him. My dad drinks lots of water and urinates a lot. One day, my dad stepped out to use the toilet, and his friend picked me up and started using my gen!tals to rub his penis.
I don’t know how to describe it, but I hope y’all understand. It’s still fresh in my memory like it happened yesterday, and I was just 6 years old. This has made me really depressed. I have low self-esteem. I might be happy for a moment, but then it’ll just hit me, and I’ll start crying. I’m an overthinker, and most times I think, “What if my dad went out? What would have happened?” I don’t love myself, and whenever something goes wrong, I blame myself. A failed business, relationship—anything at all—I end up blaming myself.😭 I don’t even have the courage to talk to my family about this.😭 My sister is also following this page, and she’ll probably comment on this post. 💔
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