First Account

Okay, well not really an excerpt, but a memory.
I feel like I’ve been a victim of sexual harassment or sexual assault all of my life, and it kinda made me into what I am today- a mother of 2 at only 19 years old. Not that I’m complaining, or anything, I love my kids, and they’re part of a loving family, being raised by both their parents.

Anyways, back when I was an itty bitty kiddo, I remember being at my Nanny’s house, in the very room I’m typing this entry in, laying on the bed with my two cousins who are 6 and 8 years older than me. My mom was in the shower, because at the time this is where we lived. We struggled as a family, financially and emotionally.

Ice Age was playing on the television, and me and my cousins were laying there watching it. My oldest cousin, let’s call her Jenny to protect identities, just starts kissing me, and I mean full on, french kissing me, and I’m only maybe four years old and she’s twelve or so. That’s the strongest memory I have from when I was that age. Her brother, James (Not real name.) sat there next to her and didn’t do anything.

I never told my mom, and I don’t know if James ever told their mom or anyone else. I’m not even sure if any of them remember that night anymore. But we are family, and everyone pretends it didn’t happen, but it did. I know it did.

I don’t know why my mom took so long in the shower. I wish she hadn’t though.

That’s my first account of sexual abuse.