By Ali Greene
I have been sexually assaulted three times in my life.
I am sharing my story not because it is fun, but because it is the epitome of common. I hope to help others who have been hurt, and who might be at risk for further harm.
Around age seven, fresh off the tails of my parents’ messy divorce, I became close friends with a neighborhood girl just a few years my senior. I was vulnerable and in need of guidance. Over the next six years I hung on her every word, and believed she wanted the best for me.Â
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It is true. It is all that she says. I was sexually molested from before the age of Kindergarten by my step dad/ The other abuses went on as well. By seventeen, as I continued to resist and fight against him, he got me alone in a car and raped me. Life has and never will be the same. Yet as I struggle with all the implications of such dastardly deeds I survive and continue to seek higher ground. I have no relationship with my family. My mom died a year ago last Dec and died still living life with Cancer as a victim of abuse at his hands. Nothing is kind about abuse. I know hatred is not the answer. I know that the hell he is in is the hell he has created for himself. That is enough in this life. I applaud you and pray you be the best you can be despite it all. With love Yisraela
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Hate is a prison.
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