I went to my first sexual abuse counceling today and have decided to get on the road to healing, I'm just going to get this out there.

I was molested by my uncle from the age of five. But wait there more, then my aunty started. As if this was not enough when my sister was old enough she also began being pleasured at my expence. Why didn't I turn to some one? Who was there to turn to? My father who beat me and kissed me? My mother who told me that my fathers abuse was my fault? They molested me for more years than I care to remember. Then when I was eleven I was raped by a friend of my fathers. Once again who was there to tell? The father who beat me for 17years. Or the mother who didin't care?

Why am I telling you all this and not the people who did this to me? The people I smile at eveyday eventhough I grit my teeth. I don't know, I just don't know! Like the T said who am I protecting, me? The innocent abused one. Or them? the guilty abusers.

When is enough, enough?