This is an automated archive made by the Lemmit Bot.

The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/Alicelevu18 on 2023-08-29 14:06:36.


Tw: rape, sexual assault I’m sorry for terrible writing.

I (22mtf.) Was raped by my nephew at the age of 13. This story Begins before I came out as who I am today, it all started when I was in middle school it was the weekend and my aunt was asked to babysit me, she said yes. She pick me up to my house and took me to McDonalds. I was sitting right next to my nephew, him and I didn’t get along. He would always steal my stuff and my parents would always find out. After that she took me to her house, she wasn’t well fortunate then my parents. I was living room of her house and they would tell me to go into my nephew room and I did. We were watching youtube and it was all fine until he touch my thin. I was young and naive and didn’t know sex or even puberty. But all I know was that I wasn’t comfortable and I told him to stop touching me inappropriately. So I hide in closet But he kept on doing it. I wish I knew better then hide in closet, I was dumb to think it would be better place to hide and I was so stupid not to Shout because this could been prevent if I wasn’t dumb. But he open the closet door and he pull me. He took his pant off and took my shorts off. I told him to stop but he didn’t listen, I try to move but he was too strong for me until it happen it was already too late. He put his dick into my ass and couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat on his dick as he rape me. I was shaking and crying my step dad pick me up and I felt like I couldn’t tell them if I did that they kick me out and put me on street because I thought they wouldn’t believe me. 3 years later they found out and instead of not believing me, they believe me and felt bad about me. They told me to not tell the rest of my family because they say wouldn’t believe me and I haven’t told my family. I’m still recovering my past trauma and still get those painful memories, sometimes saying it’s my fault. So after told my parents cut him out of my life, It taught a lesson though, family members can hurt you as well and just because you’re blood rated doesn’t mean you have to forgive them. If anyone going through what I’m going through. You’re not alone and it’s not you’re fault.