Anonymous
Sometimes I feel as if all I’ll ever be good for is sex. My virginity was taken from my dad’s mother when I was 4-5 years old. I never got around to telling my mom until I was 7, and I felt I had to because we were at my therapists office. I used to think I knew everything—about myself and about the people around me, but I was very very wrong. I’ve made so many stupid mistakes, and im pretty sure I get manic episodes but im not entirely sure. My mom won’t get me a therapist anymore due to the fact I tried to tell my neighbors about the abuse when it happened. The abuse didn’t stop until last year (2025), and I still have a scar from it on my left thigh. It’s like a constant reminder that no matter what I’ll always be stained with sin that isn’t even mine. It’s partially my fault for being such a brat (e.g., trying to hit my father because he grabbed my arm so tight it kind of hurt while I was doing the dishes). I’m horrible.