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I was 12 years old. My 6th grade teacher and I would write notes to each other. That day I told her that if the abuse did not stop that I was going to kill myself. While she read my note I was in gym. When my class and I got back to the classroom the school social worker was sitting at the teacher's desk. Her name was Mary.
The teacher went on with the rest of our class...I had to use the bathroom and I signed out and Mary followed me out. I acted as if I did not notice that she was following me. Until she came into the bathroom and asked if I was ok and I told her to just leave me alone. That my parents said that we could no longer talk even if I wanted to...She said not to worry. That my parents would not find out...
We went back up to the classroom and I had just sat down when I was called to the principle's office.
I went there with Mary and I was lead into the office and when i got there I was told to sit down. There was a video camera, a tape recorder and a police officer that I knew. He told me why he was there. And I was scared...If my parents found out that I had told a cop about my cousins and not them that they would be very very angry.
i told him about different times that it happened. Finally he said that he had heard enough and that Mary was going to drive me in the school van to the ER and that he was going to follow us.
Once I got to the hospital I thought I was going to die when they did the rape kit...
I feel that I was the one that was bad because I was the one taken away. And I know that the boys still do it....But I won't tell on them anymore cause nobody believes me....
LLL1985
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