Well I guess it all started when I was four years old. My aunty Sarah was babysitting me, like she had done so many times before; but this day was different; on this day the sexual abuse started and never again would my life would be the same.
Ryan (my aunties son) took me into a room and told me to go on the bed. He lay down next to me and within 10 minutes he was putting his hand in places and making me touch him. I was so scared and didn’t quite grasp what was happening so I just lay there, my whole body cringed.

From that day on, he sexually abused me. As I grew older the abuse got worse, I'm not sure if its because I understood it more or because the abuse got worse.
When I was about 9 years old, we were at Christmas lunch and all of a sudden I just wanted to scream out what he was doing to me. He wasn’t a bad person in front of his family, only when he was behind closed doors, really he was the probably the most loved character by my whole family, always had a lot of character.

The next few years continued on and every time I had to go to my auntie's house it was a complete nightmare.

My aunty Sarah had four kids, Natalie, Jyne, Ryan & Laura. Laura was a year younger then me, so my mum always thought it was good for me to play with someone around my own age.
When Ryan wasn’t there it was good, Ryan is 10 years older than me so sometimes he was out with his friends in his car. However the fear of him coming home was so scary, sometimes Laura and I would play hide and seek, often Ryan would join in and he would make me hide with him so he could make me feel him up. I would be so scared hoping Laura would find us quickly but sometimes even 2 minutes seemed like a lifetime!

As I grew up, I didn’t want to play hide and seek. I was now about 11, Mum had to go away with my grandma and I had stay with Aunty Sarah & Uncle Mike. One night Ryan come and lay with me in my bed. I was so scared, shaking in fear, again like I had done so many times before. I just lay there.

It was 2004. I was now 12 and much more mature than my other friends. In August, I had just come back from my sisters 18th. Ryan came home with my Mum, my friend and I.
My friend and I were laying down watching a movie when Ryan came in. He insisted on laying in the middle of us, but this time he wasn’t touching me, I instantly knew he was doing something to my friend

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