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Hi, my name is Jasmine and I have something to share with you, something very shocking, but also very true. I am a victim of child molestation. From age 6 to 17, I lived in a world of broken trust and shame. Today, I am a senior ranking Non-Commissioned Officer in the United States Military. I come to you to expose the closest kept secret in
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The stories you are about to read are all true. They were written by the vitims.. The names have been changed to protect the identity of the victims and their Families.
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MY FAMILY SECRET
(This is a true story. It took place over a fifteen year period, from 1980 to 1995)
I had just turned six years old when my cousin, Warren had to come and stay with us. He could not stay at home anymore because he had molested his daughter, the same way he began to do me. (His daughter, Jeanette, was complaining that her father was molesting her. No one believed her, not even her mother. No one did anything to help her but call her a liar. I guess things got worse because they finally separated him from that household.) Anyway, every morning he would come into my room and give me a hug and kiss on the lips. I thought it was okay because he was my cousin, it wasn’t like he was a stranger out on the street, he was family. He started to make me feel uncomfortable because after awhile he would start touching and rubbing my chest (even though nothing was there) and my behind. I would just stare into daylight without saying a word, and then run to my mother like nothing was wrong. However, the worse it got the more I would run and grab hold onto my mother, hysterical.
He then started coming into my room at night and trying something else. A few times he came in there; he tried to do his business. (Meaning: Get his groove on.) He did not succeed forward (entering through the vagina), but he succeeded backward (entered through the anus). I remember one night he came into my room, I thought he was just checking on me to see if I was alright because I started having bad dreams, instead he was checking out my body. He started rubbing his hands down my body and massaging my chest. I didn’t know what to do, so I turned and laid on my stomach. As I was turning over, I must have scared him because he jumped up and left.
Other nights he would come into my room and try to get on top of me and a few nights he succeeded. The first time he came, he only got on top of me and started humping me. (Me knowing he was on top of me did not say or do anything, I just laid there.) Some nights he hurt me. One night, while I was asleep, I heard the door open. Then I felt his presence as he neared me and climbed into my bed. He slowly lifted up my gown and slid my panties down just below my bottom. Then I felt something enter into my butt; I thought it was his finger, but then it started to hurt. It hurt so bad that I cried, silently, not only because of the pain but because I allowed him to do it. Suddenly, though already awake, I started moving around thinking he would get off me like he did before and leave. It worked the other times, why didn’t it work this time? He just held my face down with his hand in my back and told me not to move or scream or else he would hurt me and my family. (In my mind he was already hurting me, what could be worse.) Then he took himself out of me and as he was going out the door he said it was either that or nothing. As much pain as I was in I thought to myself, a life of pain or no life at all. And at the age of five almost six, I haven’t even lived life yet, and it was already starting off on the wrong foot. Though I wanted to live I did not want to live like that. I didn’t know how he felt knowing that he was hurting me.
So most of the time I would lay there hoping it would stop. A couple of times I opened my eyes when he came into the room. And when he realized that I was awake he would always make silly excuse like, “You were screaming and I came to see what was wrong,” or “I came to make sure if you were alright.” I would accept his excuses, thinking it would stop, but it seemed as though it got worse. The more I kept silent, the more it happened, and the more it happened, the more I cried, day and night.
I use to have nightmares almost every night about what was happening. Some nights I woke up screaming my lungs out, breaking out in a sweat. One night I dreamed that I told my mom what happened, she became very upset and confronted him about it. Of course, he denied it, she believed him, but he killed my family not me; then it was just me and him. And then I woke up.
Another night I dreamed I told my brother. My cousin found out and put me through ‘hell…’ Then I woke up. It seemed like every time I said something, it backfired on me. I felt like I was the only one getting hurt, all the time. No one suffered but me; I was all alone. Maybe I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to get hurt or breakup the family or maybe I was only concerned about myself. Some nights I would ask my oldest brother, Kenneth, to sleep in my room just so nothing would happen.
I remember I was so scared one night that I asked my mom if my cousin, Stephanie, could stay over. (I wish I hadn’t because she did the same thing
We soon moved to an apartment on
Well, what about this…he uses to walk in on me while I was taking a bath. I could not lock the door because the look was too high. So I would just close it. Sometimes it would bother me and sometimes I would think it was an accident. But, the more I caught him, the less he tried. He was my brother, so that was okay, right? Maybe I was just paranoid?
What do you think? Did everybody else know? I didn’t have an answer…but I know it seemed like everybody participated. This is my family secret. I bet you have one too.
My name is Jasmine K. Lewis (
NOTE: This true story was written by the victim, a U.S. Army Master Sergeant, who used the tragic events of her childhood to help develop The Soldiers-And-Kids program.
Hi, my name is Teasha and this is my Family Secret
(This is a true story. It took place over a five year period, from 1986 to 1991)
I was six when it all started. My mom was working the 11 to 7 shift. The attention my step father was giving me went from gifts and hugging to touching and then to sexual intercourse. My step dad would tell me he was going to show me how much he loved me. He said that I should be thankful that God put him in my life so that he could teach me how to handle a man when the time came.
The very first time he woke me up in the middle of the night and said that he needed my help with something. He was naked and he had an erection. He took me into his room and told me to lay on the bed next to him so that I can really see what was going on. He then told me that he needed to see if I had that same problem as him, I assured him that I didn't but he still removed my panties and began to touch my body. I understood to a point that this was not right. He continued to rub on my body and say how happy me husband is going to be. I wanted him to stop. I wanted to tell my mother but I couldn't. My step dad had told me that I couldn't say anything to my mother because she would be mad at me and him for giving me gifts. S o I didn’t say anything to anyone. A year had past and he was fondling me every night. When I turned seven, one night he woke me and said that it was time that I learned what a wife should do. He made me give him oral sex. Then he started performing oral sex on me. Every chance he got he was molesting me, all while telling me that I was so good. I can remember one experience with a vibrator, I didn’t know what it was used for but I learned that night. He used the vibrator on me and then made me use it myself. I wanted to just disappear or awake from this horrible never-ending dream. By the time I was ten I had experienced just about every sexual act possible. From normal sex, oral, anal, perversions, and domination. He tied me down to the bed and began to penetrate me with cucumber his explanation for this was that the cucumber would help keep my skin smooth and pretty. I didn’t believe that one. I couldn’t take this abuse anymore so I thought. My step dad constantly reminded me to not to tell my mother he said that she wouldn't understand and would call the police on him. He said that the family would be torn apart he would go to jail, and we wouldn't have any money no where to live and my mother would hate me for tearing up the family. I always thought that it was my fault. I thought that I caused this on myself because I would wear short shorts to bed, I thought that because I told him that I loved him too and gave him hugs helped encourage his behavior. "As a child, I thought as a Child........." I wanted to tell my mother but I couldn't be the reason why the family was destroyed and I couldn't let my sister and brother grow up without a father.
One Monday afternoon the family was getting ready to go to church for the Easter egg Hunt, I was sitting on the couch waiting for everyone to finish getting dressed, when my step dad sat down on the footstool in front of the chair and said "Don't You Tell" I looked up and at that moment my mother walked into the room. She asked him what he said, so he came up with some lye. That night my step dad went to the store and I was taking a bath when my mother comes in and asks me what was said by my step dad I told her I didn't remember. My mother knows me like a book and she knew I was lying. She asked again and again I had the same reply. She went and got a belt and said that I was going to tell her the truth one way or the other. My mother asked again, I didn't say anything so she hit me again and again asking the same question. In my mind I wanted to tell her, but then I thought about all that would be lost. I thought that I could take it for 8 more years then I would be able to move out. I had the weight of my family on my shoulders. I didn’t want anyone to be mad with me, I didn't want to break up my family. Eventually I couldn't take anymore licks, I told my mother everything. She began to cry she blamed herself for this she apologized for letting this happen. I told my mother my thoughts on the situation and how it wasn't her fault. She assured me that I didn't have anything to do with it, it’s not my fault at all. I asked my mother if she was going to tell my step dad that I told her she said that she will take care of this. When my step dad returned home my mother had made up some crazy story about why we needed to go talk to the pastor at the church . The pastor met us there at the church. I told the pastor what happened and he called that police. My step dad went to jail and this was the beginning of hell.
My mother took it really hard, she blamed herself for this. We had to live with my aunt until my mother was able to get an apartment. One evening my mother said that she would be right back and returned four days later. My mother had reached out for the wrong thing, she started using drugs. I was so hurt and felt like this was all my fault, I should have never said anything. I wanted to die I started plotting on how to kill myself, then I wouldn't be a burden to anyone anymore. I missed my life and the normal things that you take for granted. I wanted everything to go back to normal. So one day after court I told my mother that I lied and that I made the story up. My mother went crazy. My step dad was released from jail, he told my mother that he would for give me and how he wanted to get our lives back on track. Well they gout back together and I moved in with my grandmother. My mother’s drug habit was growing out of control. Every check or any money she got she was giving it to the dope man. One day she dropped me off to my aunts house and went to one of the local drug houses. I don't know what I was thinking, I walked around to that house asking for my mother, the dealers told me to get lost and stay away I didn't care I sat on the steps of the house until my mother came out. My mother went off on me telling me never to do that again. I have walked
Through this all I managed to stay in school and maintain an A-B honor roll grade average. I graduated from high school and finally learned to trust a little. I got married to a man who I loved very much. He helped me overcome a lot of my past. I joined the Army and have been trying to deal with my past issues. I realize now that God allows us to go through certain things to build us and prepare us for the road ahead.
I hope that by revealing my Family secret you are encouraged to let your family secret out and put an end to these horrible acts of child molestation.
My advice for the single women of
When you allow a new man into your life, never put that relationship before the relationship you have with your children. A tactic often used by child molesters is called; Divide and Concur; which means, by turning your child against him, he will turn you against your child so that you start not believing the things your child tells you about the new man in your life. Once that has been done, the molesting will began.
Thank you,
Sergeant Teasha Wilson,
I support The Soldiers And Kids Program
Hi, my name is Shea and this is my Family Secret
1981 WAS NO FUN AT MY HOUSE
The memories of my nightmares go back to 1981, when my oldest brother left to go into the Army. I was just 11 years old. After my brother my mom's boyfriend Bob, raped and molest me. Bob started touching and feeling on me. Then it progressed to rape. He inserted his fingers into my vagina and made me perform oral sex on him. It soon lead to forced intercourse. Bob would come into my room late at night; my mother was sleep, so I thought. I remember I use to say to myself all the time, how can someone go missing out of your bed for more than an hour and you don’t miss them! I used to knock on the wall to wake her up, but she never came.
I told my boyfriend Melvin what was going on and he told his mother. I stayed the night at their house and Bob made my mom call the police on me. I had my boyfriend come to my house late one night and to see what happens. He was sitting outside of my window and I was sitting at the window talking to him. Sure enough, here comes Bob to my room. That night he was interrupted by Melvin being a witness.
Bob came to my room; it seems like all the time. Most times with money, but sometimes with nothing at all, bothering me. I hated that house so much that I would leave to go stay with my father. But scared of what Bob was doing to my mom, I would go home. I would also sometimes go to my Aunt Lily’s house and she would let me know that my mom was okay. I stayed there until I guess; Bob got to missing me and made my mom come get me. He would always bring her with a him, grinning. I grew to hate his face.
After I started high school, the torment turned from night time to after I got home from school. I remember once when he took me to a motel. Though it’s no longer there now, I still remember where it was. He got mad at me because I refused to get out of the car and go inside with him. That didn’t stop him though. He just took me home and did his business as usual.
I also remember standing in my Science class one day and seeing Bob pass by the school with another woman in the car. They were going in the direction of my mom’s house. Soon after that, I found out I caught a sexually transmitted disease and my mother didn’t have one. I figured it out; he wasn’t having sex with my mother that often.
There was also this time when I was talking with my boyfriend on an antique phone that my mom had bought. Well, Bob came in trying to bother me and he snatched it out of my hand making me get off of it. He broke the phone. My little brother was home at the time, so he paid him to be quiet and when my mom came home, he lied, saying that I broke the phone. Of course, she believed him.
There was another time when I wasn’t home, but my niece and her mother stayed at the house. My niece’s mother slept in my bed, but Bob didn’t know, so he went to my room. While getting in bed, he was giving her money thinking that it was me. Doing his usual, he got a scream this time, waking my mom but she still stayed with him.
My room use to be in the front of the house until the incident with my boyfriend at the window. My room was now next to my mom and it made it easier for him to get to me because he could go through the closet to get to my room. I got slick on him and started climbing out the window late at night and sleeping in the garage. I would sneak back in, in the morning before my mom got up to go to work. That worked for a while until they caught on to what I was doing.
There are a lot of things that just can’t be forgotten. While talking to my brother about this, I really didn’t realize that the abuse had started a lot sooner than I remembered. All in all, the one thing that came out of this was my daughter. I wouldn’t trade her for anything. I just put the whole episode behind me because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to move on with my life.
This is my true story, if its happening to you, tell someone. No child should have to go through this!
Hi, my name is Shea and I support The Soldiers and Kids Program,