Wendy's Story

hi, my name is wendy. My story begins when i was five years old. I am twenty now. My parents got a divorce, and my mom wanted to rekindle an old flame. everything was fine for about 6 months. He always said that i was a "pretty little girl" and he wanted a daughter just like me. No one thought this to be unusual. I used to sleep in my mom's bed on nights i could not sleep. One night i woke up tp him fondling me. I just pretended i was still asleep. Then he used to make me take baths with him. I always hated it, and told my mom that i did not like it. He always said that everyone has secrets and this one is ours. My mom got moved to the graveyard shift at work. I dreaded what was going to happen. He started to make me walk around the house naked. Every time he told me to do something i had to say"yes sir". At the age of eight, I knew that I could not take any more. I told my "best friend". She told everyone at school what was happening. I had to deal with going to school being called a "daddy f---er". I felt worthless. So I decided to tell my mom everything. She laughred at me and called me a liar. No one was believeng me. My grandparents allowed me to live with them. About 3 months later, i was forced to go back home. He was very angry with me. My mom's friends even made little jokes about the whole thing.I hated my mom, her boyfriend, and my life. Eventually he would start to perform oral sex on me. I hated it. When he would tire of that, he would always ask me to do it to him, I always refused. He would then tell me that he was "training" me for when I get older. When his oral sex phase was over, he'd start asking me to insert things into him. I hated this. I would always try to stay at a friend's house any chance i got. But he would always make an excuse to bring me home. This went on until I was about twelve. My mom came home one night and found him in bed with another woman. She kicked him out, and I thought it was over, but it wasn't. The other woman and him had a son together. About 3 years after their son's birth, my mom got a phone call from the other woman. She asked if he ever tried anything with me. My mom couldn't answer. Again he was given the boot. By this time I was 15, and couldn't sleep at night because of the fear that he might come back. I started to live with friends, and eventually I was put into foster care.They put me through counselling, and therapy, etc... I finally asked my caseworker if I could still prosecute him. He said yes I can. He filed everything for me. He told me that 5 others were found who were willing to testify. I was thrilled. I was told that I have to give a testimony. I was so nervous, but it was only me, my case worker, my lawyer, and a secretary, no him no judge, it wasn't a trial yet. He found out what I'm doing and fled the state. My friends are great and supporting me. I still have 13 years to find him, or the charges will be dropped. I still don't sleep at night. And I still get "flashbacks". It's a very traumatic experience, and NO ONE deserves to gothrough it. If you are being abused in any way, tell Someone you know and trust. My mom now feels sorry for not believing me. At the agency I did foster care with, they had a saying:"Children should be seen, heard, AND believed" Stacey, I hope this story does give someone the motivation to get help. Could you please attatch my e-mail address at the end of my story incase some one wants to e-mail me? Thank you once again. [email protected]