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Okay! So by the title you can already tell what I am talking about today. There will be two stories here and I want to say ahead of time about one of them that it is already over so do not contact people, people being dcf or police, on my behalf. Alright so story one is something that took literally years to be over with. Some back story on this, my parents split up when I was 11 so in 2010 is about when this all began. My mom got with this man shortly after we moved down here to Florida. So from 2010 to around 2015 or 2016 is the duration of this. This man sexually abused me for 5-6 years and three times (I swear it was more but youll understand more into the story why I am certain that it was 3 now) DCF was called to my house, the first time was because I told my best friend at the time what was happening and her parents called them as they were worried for me. The second time I believe it was my aunt and the last time it was my camp counselor. So the first time they came out my mom was crying so hard and kept telling them I was lying and that he would never do something like that and being 12 at the time I did NOT want to deal with my mom after they left so I told them I lied to my friend. I was not ready to deal with police and DCF and did not expect her to call them so I was freaked out. I always thought that it was terrible to deal with police and it was a bad thing so being 12 years old and only dealing with cops because of my brothers and sister and it always winding up badly and of course my mother saying i was lying and crying I lied. So the second time they came out I had stayed with my mom at my aunts house and it happened again, I wound up locking myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night and sending my dad texts at literally 3 in the morning begging him to come pick me up. Needless to say i slept in the bathroom because my dad was already asleep and unlike this generation he does not constantly check his phone. So my aunt seeing a change in my behaviour pulled me into her room, shut the door, and had me explain what had been happening. To my face she told me she was sorry and I should never have to deal with that and my mom should have believed me. Days after the police had came and left she told my mom that she thought i was lying for the attention and that I needed therapy etc. I did tell my therapist as well who, thinking she was helping, told my mom and my mom wound up crying and telling me i need to stop spreading lies. The final time they came I had told my camp counselor that I did not want to go home because I was constantly scared to sleep because of what he was doing. So in the airport going home (The camp/retreat was in California) I was pulled aside by one of the staff for the camp and a security guard telling me that the counselor was going to contact my states police and DCF department and that i would have a day to settle in before they arrived but they wanted to warn me. However when my mom pulled up to my dads apartment where i was living to drop me off there were two cop cars in my driveway. The DCF worker did come out the next day and explain to me that he had agreed to come in for a lie detector test, she said they could not force him to as he never raped me or sodomized me and he never actually went in, and that if they were called in again for this as it would be over 3 times that this would proceed to court. That was 3 years ago. It stopped happening when I turned 18 last year and the most that has happened was my nephew informing me of him standing in my doorway watching me sleep at night. There was no investigation, There was no follow up on the situation. The asshole still trys to make me believe that I imagined everything and that he never did a damn thing. This has given me severe depression, severe insomnia, panic attacks and ptsd. I have issues with sex in relationships and I have never been the same. Alright next story in a part two post. Check it out.