She forced me to write that I had forgiven my brother and that I wanted him to come live with us. One day she made me sit at the dining room table and write a letter. She started bringing my rapist home for visits. His last year there, my mom took some interest in him for some reason. My brother was arrested and sent to live in a juvenile detention facility for 4 years. My mom contacted the police and a woman came to our home. Little did he know what I was going through. He hated that my mom kept me and had barely anything to do with him. He was allowed to spend the night that night. The brother who raped me did so during a very rare visit to our home. My mom kept me away from him for most of my childhood because of my brothers, according to her. I grew up believing that William James Young Sr was my father. She kept me because I was a girl and because she wasn’t entirely sure who my father was. My two older brothers grew up with our biological father while I grew up with my mom and step-dad. The person who raped me when I was 9 years old was my older brother. About the family member who raped her when she was 9 Image Source
I have wondered all of my life if he killed himself because of what he did to me.Ģ. Shortly after my uncle sexually abused me, he killed himself. About the uncle who sexually harassed her She edited her answer and wrote down replies for each one of them.ġ. This heart-wrenching reply of hers went viral on Quora and thousands of people asked several questions to know how she overcame all the difficulties she faced. All of my hopes and dreams were stolen from me. I live off of SSD and receive less than $12,000 a year to survive. I also suffer from chronic PTSD, major depressive disorder, and anxiety.
I have Enthesopathy, Fibromyalgia, and polyarthritis, just to name a few. It was too damaged from all the physical abuse. Whenever I did make a joke he didn’t like, he would beat me for it. He would encourage me to make fun of him in return and then laugh at my poor attempts. He would entertain guests by making fun of me. My step-dad made fun of me every day because I was a little chubby. On top of it my mom would tell me that she didn’t want me, that if she could do things over she wouldn’t have had me. I’ve been hit with a croquet mallet and beaten with a whiffle bat until it was broken in half. I endured black eyes, bloody noses, fat and bloody lips, a broken finger, welt marks and bruises all over my body. I got hit even if I opened my mouth to speak. I got hit for making too much noise in the morning. My mom’s third and current husband, my step-dad, beat me regularly for a decade, from the time I was 5 until I was 15. My mom’s second husband would make me strip naked and lay in the center of my bed while he beat me all over my body. The hardest day of my life was my entire childhood.Īt age 3, my uncle made me lick his penis “like a lollypop.”Īt age 9, I was raped by another family member.Īt 15, my mom and step-dad thought it was funny for my step-dad to touch my breasts.