I don’t know how to word this or how to come out with it but I’m going to try my best. Here goes; I was only 5 years old when my grandad started getting close to me. He would make sure he sat next to me all the time.
Almost everywhere he went, he would try and make sure I went along with him. Then at the age of 6 he became worse with me. He would start touching me in places that granddads shouldn’t.
A few weeks later that’s when my grandad raped me
Grandad made it out to be a game. He used to say let’s play hide and seek and if “I find you I will do something that may hurt you, but will be fun”.
I had no idea that what grandad was doing to me was so wrong, I didn’t like it but what did I know? I was a child. I thought all grandads did this.
I went off to hide and he found me, he then made me play with him until his penis was hard.
Then he told me to lay down.
I still thought it was a game so I did.
Then he put it in me and it was the worse pain I have ever suffered. I can still remember it now.
This would carry on till I understood what sex was.
Then he started getting nasty. He would say if I told anybody he would kill me, and nobody would believe me.
It carried on until I was 16. At the age of 17 he died. That was one off the best days of my life.
At the age of 23 I told my parents my dad believes me but my mum doesn’t. I can understand because he was her dad and doesn’t want to believe he would do such a thing but surely she should believe her daughter.
I still look at men thinking is it going to happen again? That man destroyed my childhood.
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