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How I lost my Innocence at 7 years in My Father’s House
Home is meant to be the
safest space and parents the greatest protectors. At least that is what I
believed till the day when my world turned upside down.
Having grown up in a
typical Coastal family, having relatives at home was the norm. We were all a
big happy family with relatives who received financial support from my parents.
Our home was their home.
I try so hard to block
the memories of the day they deflowered me but the scenes still play on my mind.
The fact that every time I visit home, I get to see those who did it, makes it
more unbearable. What I am still struggling to get into terms with is the fact
that, my own mother punished me and never believed a word I said.
What did I know? I was
just seven years and they were 18 years and above. They were supposed to be my
elder brothers and I the little girl playing with dolls and dust. Papa had
taught me that, I should never allow anyone to touch me and I knew this was
During the holidays, my
parents left me home with the house guests and our caregiver. This fateful day,
our house guests turned into monsters. I thought they were offering me dancing
lessons but their intention was different. As I took a step they pushed me to a
chair and covered my mouth. I could barely scream or run away. They were 100
times stronger than me and my attempts to scream for help were futile.
When my mother came home,
I reached out to her but she defended them. She said they were good boys and I
was accusing them. The pain I felt could not compare to the betrayal from my
own mother who was supposed to protect me. Since she did nothing, the same ordeal
happened the next day and the next.On
the third day, our caregiver heard my cry for help and came to my rescue. Later
in the evening she told my mother who went on to beat me and do other horrible
things that I can’t mention.
My father was away for
work and only got to know about the ordeal later through a family friend with
whom I confided in. To add salt to injury, he beat me up and told me to deal
with it. Despite having physical and emotional pain I was left to find healing
by myself. I did not know what to do so I neither got medical nor psychological
I was shuttered inside
which affected my self-esteem and worth and it was very hard for me to develop
close friendships. My academic performance was greatly affected as well as my
personality and I was branded the bad person yet I was suffering inside. Sadly,
I grew up hating my parents for literally leaving me to the dogs and not coming
to my rescue.
Life has not been easy and I have
tried suicide seven times but survived on all occasions. This gave me the realization
that I have a purpose to accomplish in this life. I am 23 years now and in a stable
relationship. My boyfriend is very supportive and has helped me deal with ghosts
of my childhood.
As a parting short I would like to
say, this life is not a bed of roses and you determine your own destiny despite
what you have been through whether good or bad. Life is not about what people think
of you but what you think of yourself. With a positive mindset nothing can stop
you from getting what you want.
All my life I felt like a failure and
I condemned myself until I got to where I decided to pick up the little pieces
and move forward. I am sharing this story to encourage someone, for them to
know they are not alone and to ask parents to be keen or friendly with their
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