#tellsomebody

I was sexually abused by 2 female family members, and my father. I grew up in a home with my three sisters. We seemed like a happy family until at age 9, I remember my dad always going into my twin sister’s room. They were not my father's children, but he raised them since they were two. I didn't understand why my father was so angry, aggressive, and abusive to my mother and sisters. One day I caught a glimpse of my sisters naked, laying in the bed. My father had been raping them. I never saw him rape my other sister, his blood child, but I heard he attempted to. When my sisters turned 18 and they all left home, I was left alone to encounter the abuse from my father. I started running away at 14. My parents didn't even know that I had 2 female cousins, who would always touch me. The more I ran away, I began to get raped a lot. At 15, I turned my first trick, got pregnant, and dropped out of school. I didn't see much left for me to do, but to be a person of the street. My parents had a drug addiction. Our family members didn't believe what we would say. My sister and I were left to fend for ourselves. I have never been able to keep a job. Every relationship I get in, is always about sex, abuse, drugs, and money. My children are affected by my life, my path. Today at the age of 42, I'm still trying to get it together. I have no support system. If you ask me, I still hide behind my pain. I still fear my father. I have only confronted one family member in my life, and that was recently to explain to her why I became lesbian. Trying to fix me hasn't been easy. I recently married January 8th 2020. I have been married numerous times, and I'm praying that this marriage is the marriage that works. This is the first time I’ve had happiness and peace. I try to be honest as much as possible, in everything that I do, because I have faced challenges that I feel should have taken me out. I try so hard to push forward. #TellSomebody Child molesters, please stop. Parents, talk with your children. Survivors, seek therapy or counseling. www.TellSomebodyToday.com https://www.instagram.com/p/CH9uKPpALV9/?igshid=17pz30yn0d3ph

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I remember being a young child; when a family member used to watch porn with me and some other family members. He also would show me his private parts. As a result, I remember masturbating at a young age and I also had a strong desire for women. I considered myself bisexual at the age of 12. I cried! I was ashamed!!! At 14 I was deeply depressed; I tried to commit suicide and I used to cut myself. Through out my teen years, I had gotten myself in situations & sex was always involved. My name was well known in my hometown; some people called me all the different names in the book. As time went by, the sexual urges increased. I felt desperate. I held a grudge towards that person for the longest. I allowed the anger towards that person to build up inside of me. He moved on with his life; while I was chasing men, running women, doing drugs, smoking weed, trying to have a baby, all because I wanted to feel loved. ADDICTIONS ARE REAL‼️‼️ I knew I had a problem, I often would try to reach out for help but steady went my own way. I remember when my abusive ex tried to kill me. I got a brain injury after jumping out of a car, to get away from him. I have been close to death multiple times, being in 3 car accidents & the last one I had major injuries - broken femur, lungs collapsed, bruised spleen, & broken ribs. I had to learn how to walk again physically but as I was learning, it was also the beginning of my spiritual walk. I’ve been through many traumatic events in my life, but Yahweh was with me. Even when I was doing the things of the world, he still chose me! Yahweh is able keep you if you wanna be kept. But how bad do you wanna be kept? It’s better for you to give Yahweh your attention; before he gets yours. MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED! I am a changed WOMAN! 1 YEAR ABSTINENT, & I FORGAVE THOSE WHO HAVE HURT ME!!! I want you to know you can do it too, do not give up‼️ #TellSomebody Child molesters, please stop and seek therapy. Parents, talk with and BELIEVE your children. Survivors, seek therapy. Repost @tellsomebodymovement https://www.instagram.com/p/CXpvegrAnAu/?utm_medium=tumblr

My name is Violet A. Newborn, and I am a survivor of Satanic Ritual Sexual Abuse. I was molested by my schizophrenic mother and prostituted by her from birth to age 7, for money to care for my siblings. I was then sold for a week's worth of groceries in the middle of the night, to my grandfather. From age 7 to 17, I was chronically incested by my grandfather, mother and just about everyone in my family tree, in a satanic ritualistic cult situation. I arrived at “All Believers of the Church of God” in Memphis, TN. I was told I would be adopted, and should feel proud to be in a wealthy household. His church and daycare “All Children's Learning Center,” was run by pedophiles. Over the next ten years I was sex trafficked repeatedly to over 2,000 men. His Saints were broken, obedient, and loyal back then, and to this very day, they still honor his death by keeping his secrets. But as his granddaughter and one of the thousands of survivors, the generational curse stopped with me! At 17, I ran away after my older sister found me and told me I could live with her. I ran away in the middle of the night, and walked 20 miles down the highway until I found her house. Thousands of people knew of my abuse. I just needed somebody to do something about it. Telling somebody isn’t always enough. It needs to be the right person which requires more courage when secrets, money and reputation is involved. There were thousands of children who were never helped, that my grandfather and his followers kept captive. I later returned to Memphis to plant seeds of forgiveness, hope, and restoration. I wrote my memoir, “Only God Can Grow A Violet Out of A Pile of Dirt,” which you can find on Amazon. I also make journals and coloring books, to liberate the Survivor’s voice. A safe place to acknowledge their abuse first for themselves, then to disclose and Tell somebody. They can be used as a coping tool and diary, also available on Amazon. I’m here to break generational curses, and remind survivors that they count as Somebody! Because only God could grow a Violet, out of a pile in the garden of the devil's congregation! #TellSomebody www.TellSomebodyToday.org https://www.instagram.com/p/CXfFO9VIe5X/?utm_medium=tumblr

I was my step-dads personal sex slave from the age of 12-15, and I was silenced with violence and threats. I told my mom the first time he raped me, the next morning after the abuse. I was terrified of my stepdad, because he told me that he'd kill my mom, who had stage four cancer. I begged her not to say anything to anyone, but she confronted him as soon as he walked through the door. It resulted in frequent assaults on the two of us, only he'd deliberately beat her in front of us (my little brother and I), and he'd rape me privately. Out of complete terror, and fearing that he'd murder my momma and we children would then be stuck with this monster for our remaining lives, I stopped talking. I ran away a few times, but the panic of him killing my family always brought me home. I told the police once, and the cop took me home. Not only did the cop bring me home, but he stirred the pot by sharing my story with my monster, and asking him if he had hurt me. My step-dad told him, "No, not intentionally. I love my daughter." And so the cop left. My sexual abuse led to a very shameful pregnancy that was terminated, and traumatized silence. I developed a stutter, then a nervous giggle and finally selective mutism due to severe anxiety disorder. I regained my voice years later, but the healing process never ends. Today, I'm a poet/ creative/ performing artist who uses my voice to bring awareness to abuse. I am honored to be a voice for the voiceless and a fist for the powerless. Survivors: It's time to find and live in your power after the storm!!! I am almost 40 and it took me two decades to find the strength to be a vessel to fight this. You can too! #TellSomebody! Child molesters, please stop and seek therapy. Parents, talk with and BELIEVE your children. Survivors, seek therapy. Repost @tellsomebodymovement Kindly FOLLOW OUR NEW PAGE @wonderwombman2 https://www.instagram.com/p/CV1QiTGrzxs/?utm_medium=tumblr

I’m a survivor of child molestation, by many different “friends” of the family. If people could only really understand that is not uncommon, but rather common with a lot of women today. My own story follows as most victims, and then I became addicted to crack as an early teen in the 80's. My sexual assaults started at 3 years old. My abusers, were teenaged boys that my grandfather would have over to mentor, and teach his construction trade too. Another abuser, was sort of a surrogate parent to me. I have repressed memories of the worst parts of what happened, and it was only when I was in the 8th grade that I became consciously aware. The abuse was like a very quiet act, I just hear the silence. No one supported me in my family, so my closest friends and I did the best we could to protect me. I was labeled "Fast” but in actuality, I had never been taught that I could say 'no,’ or that I could set boundaries for what I didn't want. We moved in 1973 and those abuses stopped, but others began. I was abused throughout my life by many. I was first impregnated at 12, and was sent on a bus to NY to have a late term abortion alone. I wasn't treated for my trauma until I was in my 40's. Not only do we need to #tellsomebody, we also need to continue to #TellOurStory because there are girls suffering today in silence, because they feel alone. Baby girl, you're not alone! I know exactly how you feel and what you're going through! Repost @tellsomebodymovement Child molesters, please stop and seek therapy. Parents, talk with and BELIEVE your children. Survivors, seek therapy. (To share your story of abuse, message me) www.TellSomebodyToday.org https://www.instagram.com/p/CT_QHBdABM4/?utm_medium=tumblr

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The 1st time I was molested, I was 7years old. My twin sister and I spent a night with our God sister. We slept on the couch in the living room. It was late at night, when my god brother and a few of his friends came in smelling like alcohol. Next thing I know, someone was holding me arms and someone was holding my legs. Then, my god brother raped me. He told me if I told his mom or anyone, he would come for me. As scared as I was, I told anyways because my mom always told us if anyone touched us inappropriately to tell no matter what. I told his mom first. She didn't believe me. She told me I was a liar, then banned me from her house. I didn't immediately tell my mom cause I felt like she wouldn't believe me either, so I dealt with the pain alone, physically & emotionally. When I was 11 years old, my (biological) big brother began to molest me. It began when I went to the bathroom, he would stand outside the door waiting for me to come out. He told me I better not tell or he would hurt my sister, & that no one would believe me anyway. It was like he didn't sleep at night, he just waited to catch me at the bathroom. One night he cornered my twin sister, thinking she was me. He came and woke me up, and my sister walked in on him abusing me. My twin would always use what she saw that night, as a way to get whatever it was that she wanted out of me. Blackmail, because I didn’t want her to tell. She ended up telling one day and instead of him getting any kind of discipline, he got a pat on his back and a trip to see a therapist. I however got beat for months out of my sleep. No one protected me, no one really had my genuine interest at heart. I was told to keep my mouth shut. I was not to tell a soul, not a social worker, not the police, not other family members, no one. I spent years in therapy, and I'm still currently seeing one. Its been 7 years to the date, since I’ve seen my brother. Telling this wasn't easy but I hope & pray that someone will see this, & know that they are not what has happened to them, but a survivor. I want them to know that they can get past it. There is a light at the end of the tunnel! Via: #TellSomebody @wonderwombman https://www.instagram.com/p/CRE0SGCDY9c/?utm_medium=tumblr