Personal Narrative: Child Sexual Abuse

The survivors essentially work better in these ‘crisis modes’ and it helps to mask the underlining issues of what they have suppressed. Most health issues that have been apparent in these situations have been sexual, eating, anxiety, and personality disorders, as well as issues with depression and suicidal behavior among just a few to name. (Kezelman, 2014) This article believes that you have to understand what happened and how it relates to the survivor in order for one to lead a normal life. If a survivor negates the abuse and the issues that they typically higher chance of having a mental issues and are more likely to commit crimes as juveniles and adults.

I am a survivor. This is what I tell myself everyday as does anyone who has been abused in some way, shape or form. At the age of eight is when this cycle started for me, this is also when I was the most vulnerable. Victims of abuse will always find a way to make the trauma seem normal, or as if it's not even happening. Here's my story and how I helped victims become survivors.

Charles Blow in the article, “Surviving Child Sexual Abuse”,argues that child sexual abuse should be taken serious, so other could speak out to their lives. Blow supports his argument by explaining that children will be afraid if they don’t see the help they need because an adult has already harmed them, so they see the rest as a threat. The author purpose is to persuade to help children that are being abused in order to help them understand that not everyone is evil in this world. The author writes in informal tone for the victims of this

I believe that everything happens for a reason. There are many things that have happened in my life either to my family or to me that has lead me to this my belief. Whether bad things or good things happen to us in life, we must always know that it happened for a reason remember everything happens for a reason.

When it comes to the way events happen in life, we need to realize that they obviously happen for a reason. But we need to know that it can change with a little time, effort, and even some real strategizing. We cannot rush or it can end up on a downhill spiral faster than we know.

When I was in grade school playing softball with a neighborhood girlfriend when her brother, who under the guise of showing me how to bat, reached under my shirt and fondled my nonexistent breasts. I was ashamed and told no one at the time. I was taught shame at an early age. My parents were under a lot of stress and I knew that if I spoke to them about it, they would see me as bringing more trouble into their already chaotic lives. My father would ask, “What did I do to cause the situation?” I didn’t want to be the bearer of shame and so I stayed quiet. Later, while still in grade school, a high school aged brother in a family of 3 neighborhood boys, coaxed my best friend and I into a “game” that would lead to my friend undressing in front on him. I had two boyfriends in high school, both of whom were physically abusive. At 16, my boss at a local steakhouse propositioned me in the freezer of the establishment. I was afraid of this type of male

The purpose of this essay is to connect my sexual abuse and the feelings I felt and are currently

My deep sadness and confusion was often chased away by too much vodka with my friends who laughed at me after being raped. I have never been insecure in my life, but I was after I was raped. Once again, my sadness and confusion drove me to believe that everyone at school was talking badly about me. I would keep my guard held high, in case somebody made a sly comment so I would be able to defend myself. For example, while at a party a friend of mine I grew up with and played sports with came up to me jokingly, and said “Hey ya slut!” Here is where my hidden emotions of sadness drove my actions; I turned around and slapped her square in the face. On the bright side, we are still friends, but she knew that was not like me and something was not right with

One of the most traumatizing experiences in my life, was when I was nine years old. I was sitting in my room, then heard a really loud knocking on the door. I heard sirens coming from outside, so I looked out the window and saw nothing but flashing lights. I try to run into the living room to see what was going on, but my mom was trying to block the view. Then seeing Police flood into my house, jerking my older brother off of the cough. They put him into the back of the cruiser and took him to the Police Station. My parents confused, why he was being arrested. They found out that he had gotten into trouble with drugs and theft.

The vase smashed against the wall, shattering into a little pieces. Her chest rose up and down, the exertion and anger spilling from her body. She turned and grabbed the chair, and with a barbaric cry, smashed it against the floor, turning to grab another object, not satisfied with the destruction around her. A lock could be heard, then a door opening and closing; the sound of heels on the hardwood floor. As the click-clack along with crunching glass got closer, more destruction could be heard coming from the bedroom. Turning inside the room the woman observed another of her kind. Bleeding from random cuts on her, heavy breathing from her lips, and complete chaos around her reflecting her internal insanity.

Rape, abuse, and mental illness are extremely prevalent not only in the United States but all over the world. The majority of people who have been victims to one or more of those things typically remain silent because they are afraid to talk about their suffering due to the judgement of others. Through personal experience I know what it is like to suffer in silence from those things. They affect your mental, physical and social health. Whenever those three things are destroyed your life just seems to fall apart, school, work, relationships and just everything around your just seem to fall all around you. Until you get help. The way one person can help you get back up and truly recover from everything is amazing. I was lucky enough after over

In my life, I have learned that things happen for a reason. Although sometimes bad things happen to us, they are all part of a bigger plan. We do not understand why some things happen, but one day we will. With God’s help, we can battle through even the worst situations.

Faint memories of his hands fumbling around my body, ending up in places they had no business being, rest inside my head. Some days are different, I don't always think about it. On a good day, I am able to push those menacing thoughts to the back of my mind, but flashbacks of those dreadful days refuse to leave my mind. The innocence I was oblivious to, coupled with, the loss of trust resulted in a type of lesson I was not prepared for. The circumstances I once endured are something I have grown to accept, furthermore, I understand the fault of my abuse does not rest upon my shoulders.

Growing up I was always afraid because at the age of nine for the first of many times I was sexually abused by my biological father. It happened often and continued until I was sixteen. Because of my fear of talking to someone about what was occurring I turned to school and sports anything that would keep me away from home.

Have you ever put your trust, and love in someone’s hands and they betrayed you? Well, I did at just three years old I met my mom's boyfriend, who I would call dad at five years old. Through the first three years of my life, it had always been my mother and me against the whole world. But at three years old a man came into our lives who would change our entire lives whether for the good or for the bad. This man feigned to be a great father to my family, although he was the love of my mother’s life. He was and is still the only Dad I know, the man who showed me how cruel, and heartless someone could be. Through the first years of my life up until I was nine years old I was the happiest and joyful girl in the entire world, filled with the love of a mother and a father. But soon that would change after the man I gave all my trust and love, who promised to protect me from all evil betrayed me by sexually assaulting me at just nine years old. At just nine years old my voice was taken away from me and I became trapped within myself because I did not want to lose the love of my mother. I kept this ongoing assault to myself up until I was fourteen years old. And my whole life changed because not only did I expose a truth that I knew the rest of my family sided with my step-father the “Dad” I knew, the Dad that was supposed to love and care for my mother and me. He was a monster to my mother and me, but an angel to the rest of society. According to my family a responsible, strong,