I told no one of what happened to me. I was afraid and fearful. I was raped repeatedly for 9 months. Used in every way possible. Told every lie known to man to get what he wanted. It was every weekend and a few times durring the week to. My mom saw the mental decline. I began sleepwalking. I stayed in my room for days. I pulled away from my friends. Never once did she ask what was wrong. My mom knew it had to do w/ "him". That was all. I wanted so badly for someone to help me but I didn't know how to tell anyone. I My parents could obviously see my mental decline yet they refused to even try to help. If they would have said you may not see him anymore I would have had a safe way to escape. But I didn't tell them firstly because I didn't feel like I could, I couldn't accept what was happening to me and the knowledge that I was allowing it. I didn't want to press charges and have my name drug threw the mud and have to confront him in that way. When we broke up and my family had to stay elsewhere no one asked what happened. When he stalked me and my family for 6 months no one said anything. So I didn't either. I lived a lie from that point on. I told no one, I even had a T at school and the T didn't know. She knew something was wrong just didn't know what. Later she asked me if I had been sexually abused in my past and I was thinking more along the lines of as a kid and I told her no. I didn't tell her it was an old boyfriend.

Well there is more to the story but we are getting ready to go caroling w/ the church so I must go.