Trigger warning: Sexual Abuse
I was born in Goa with a violent father And mother suffered from schizophrenia. My father abused and harassed my mother, all days he was home. One day I came home and saw that, my father was not home, and I heard my mother’s voice calling out to me. I went inside and found my mother under the bed, she said I shouldn’t ever marry or fall in love. My mother, was beaten by my father so much that night, she couldn’t go out for a month, because the bruises and scars were so bad. My father raped her every night, rape for me is sex without consent. And my mother hated him, I could see it in her eyes.
After my father’s death my uncle, One day called me in his room and started touching my boobs and vagina I cried, he said I was just making sure you’re alright. I stopped being alone with him anywhere.
When I was 12, my brothers friend, came inside my room, i was wearing a shirt and shorts, and suddenly he grabbed me and, he tore my shirt and and pulled of my pants. he felt my breasts and pulled my nipples and then his hands went down. I felt, like my soul was leaving my body. He was almost going to mouth fuck me, but then my brother came inside, he knew what had happened, he acted as if it was nothing. That pervert, was a politician’s son, and for me to get justice would mean nothing!
The society only knows to pass comments, and to say its you who is wrong. Always it has been this way. I was in severe depression. I didn’t eat, talk or sleep for weeks.
There was this man, when I was living with my grandmother, all those 233 days I was there, he rubbed his dick, when he saw me, he even came inside my bedroom one day, he’s stench was whiskey, I puked, on him, then he slapped me, and just passed out. I was thankful to the Almighty. I stopped sleeping alone. I started forcing my uncle who was a pervert too, to stay there with him. Things didn’t get any better but, they were okay.
I’m 18 now. And there have been so many incidents. That, caused me to almost kill myself. I used to think that demons were in strangers. But our very own blood and friends sometimes, do this and then it’s hard, so hard to not loathe the society and men. (These painful words are mine which I had sent to Kundan Srivastava) ~Anonymous 18 year old Girl from Goa, India
I am with you for today, tomorrow and beyond. I would also like to appeal everyone, including NGO’s, Medias, Government comes forward to help her.
– Kundan Srivastava