First off, I am 14 years old living at home with my 51 year old Uncle and mother. For more than half the school year I just gotten out of I've been riding to school with my Uncle. For that time, he'd masturbate while I was in the vehicle and while we were parked at the store we wait at before my school starts. I didn't know what to do, and still don't know what to do. then he'd start questioning me and asking if I was okay with it or not. He does carry around a knife and is a Alcoholic so I would always have to say yes. He'd always tell me that's a good answer because if he went to jail then he'd be mad. At home he not only curses and stuff, but throws things around. It's affected me and my mother. me and my mother don't have a good relationship, so I'm scared to tell her about the Sexual Harassment thing. She has noticed he does act like a pedophile sometimes, and has told me if he ever touches me in any way that she'd kill him. I don't want my mother murdering anyone. I've come down with Manic Depression and Mild Schizophrenia, and I believe it's due to this. I've asked this question before, and people make it seem so easy just to pick up the phone and dial 9-1-1 but I can't even call I confidential hot line when it comes to my self Mutilation without chickening out. I'm just asking for someone who has gone through the similar thing to tell me how to received help, and how they made their mind do it.
Tell your mother, call a hotline, call 911. if these situations are not dealt with when they start, they develop into something even worse. Even when it seems like to tell people will get you or your family harmed, the cops are professionals. They've dealt with sick perverts before, and the best thing is to get them locked up and away from you ASAP.
My step father was abusive, sexually abusive, and verbally abusive. He molested me and my sister from the time I was seven until fourteen, when my mother divorced him. He raped me when I was twelve. He always told me that he was my father and that he would never do anything to hurt me, but after that night when I was twelve, I knew he had lied and what he did was wrong. I struggled with this secret that was literally eating me from the inside out. My mother was clueless, she was always in the next room or not home whenever he molested us.
One very early morning, he fingered me in his bed while my mother slept next to him, her back to us. She never knew. I was sickened because while it was happening I was crying and praying for God to end it. but nothing happened. I wasn't saved. I went to my bed and cried for hours until everyone got up. Finally, that Monday I told my friend at school everything he had been doing for the past seven years. She told me about her past experience with her real father and advised me to go to the police. but like you know, you can't just do that. There's a lot of stuff involved. I was scared he would hurt me or my family. Few days later, I got brave enough to tell another friend. Unfortunately, this friend told another girl who spread it to everyone in my school. the school counselor pulled me aside, having over heard the rumors. I broke down, told her everything. I spent hours relaying every disgusting, damning detail I knew about the last seven years to many different people. Police officers, therapists, etc. Strangers. It was terrifying and the most humiliating moment of my life. My mom worked at the middle school, so they took me there and held me, my sister, and my brother in a room while they questioned my mother seperately. She broke down in tears and had no clue what was going on. we had to stay my grandparent's house while the investigating went on. My mother was dazed and seemed completely disraught, she didn't know what to do or to believe, my step father was a brilliant manipulater. I over heard my grandparents that weekend say they didn't believe me, that I was lying. I was so scared that I had no one backing me up. My sister was two years younger than me and was too immature. She wouldn't speak against my step father, she thought of him as "daddy". So, the next day I told the police I made it all up because I hated my step father. they easily bought it and I had to return home to my abusive life and apologize to my step father.
It's been five years since they divorced. I'm eighteen, graduated, and going into college this Fall. I developed Seasonal Depression, Panic Attack Disorder, and Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It took all five years of counseling to make me the person I am today and now my whole family knows what happened and believe it. I know exactly where my ex step father lives, his career, his wife's career, and his children's names. Ironically enough, he has two boys. No daughters. I think God won't give him any to screw with. He's on the southwest side of the U.S. and I'm on the middlee eastern side of the U.S. the only regret I have is not putting his sorry *** in jail. but I know at least this way, he can look at his kids everyday, and hopefully feel guilty everytime he looks in the mirror. but for your sake, and sanity, stand up, and do something. I KNOW it's hard, believe me! but you will kick yourself and beat yourself so many times later if you don't. Good luck. Message me, if you ever want to talk. I know how hard it is. =/
What should I do about Sexual Harassment and Verbal Abuse?

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Hebrew:
Sheva shanim (seven years)
Me'ah shanim (100 years) (the word me'ah means a hundred, so it is used to mean a century)
Shloshah keravot (three battles)
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It means going to Argentina to be with your lover for a few days!!!
panic attack. I've seen it and I have it.