Super long post. I rarely post on Facebook but thought I’d like to share my sexual abuse experience on here just to raise awareness and so that if by reading this someone is inspired to speak up about their own past experience or if someone is being abused currently but doesn’t understand what is happening to them and they feel like they can relate to what I share, remember there is NO shame, its definitely not your fault EVER and please don’t be afraid to speak up, you will be BELIEVED. Talk with someone you trust. Send me a message I promise you it wont go any further than me.
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HI my name is Allanah when I was about 8-9 I started getting sexually abused until I was about 13-14 by John Parsons who was a Justice of the Peace. It all started with him getting me to sit on his knee when I took mail and that up to their house. His wife wasn't at home when this was happening. Then he was getting me to help him out on the farm and he would get me to sit on his knee and he would put his hand up and down my top. He would touch my breasts and he would want me to show him. He would look at them, touch them and rub his face in them. It happened a lot. He would touch my vagina. This all happened on the farm we all lived on at his house or on the farm in the farm truck. One day I went camping with John and his wife. And while she went into town to get some groceries he tried to rape me in the bed he sleeps which was in the awning. His wife came back early so that ended. But then the abuse still carried on. He told me he would hurt me or kill me if I told anyone. I was so scared and afraid and I didn't know this was a bad thing. So I kept letting it happen to me again and again year after year. Till I wrote it all down on pages and pages to my school counsellor and left it under her office door. She pulled me out of the classroom when she had read it all. I was a happy person. I got sad and lonely and didn't know who to trust. Or who would believe me. Because I was told no one would believe me. I spoke to the police about it all. They spoke to him. He denied it all. They said I wouldn't be able to stand up in court. He was a justice of the peace, well known in the neighbourhood. A respected person. After all this came out he never got charged. I became depressed, sad and lonely. Didn't know who would be my friend or be there for me. I started to self harm by overdosing. I felt like no one believed me about what happened. He took away my happiness and my childhood away from me. He abused my body, my life and my mental health. I have suffered so much because of this. This ruined my childhood but I will not let it ruin my adult life. I struggle to get close to people now. Scared they will hurt me. I feel so lonely, afraid and lost and so confused. After all this happened to me.
Thanks for reading 😊. This post was all about raising awareness by sharing my story so others might not sit in silence anymore and it could help to save someone who is being abused right now.
Never give up hope that justice will be served in the long run. Keep BEING STRONG. You all have got this. Never ever give up hope.
