I shared this on Facebook but I wanted to post it on here as well. I posted about molestation/rape on previous post in case you missed: Click here

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Okay, I’ve decided to be more open about these experiences. I got quite many questions asking if I’d share. For many years, I never wanted to talk about it again is because it’s too depressing for me.

Lemme share for once so I can move on. As for the rape incident, when I was 5 or 6 at a friend’s around my age, too. His older brother took me in his room doing you know what. Sure, I was so young to understand the whole thing so I thought this was supposed how older guys do. He even kicked me afterward being pissed cuz I bled on his carpet saying his mom is gonna be mad. It was weird, very weird.

I got over it long time ago, good thing it was one time thing. But with molestation, I admit I still haven’t gotten over it and probably never will.

How it all started is when I was 12 going to a public middle school. The school bus that we had to share with bunch of deaf high schoolers (same school that Lynelle, my sister, attended), not too far from my middle school.

That one day which I never forgot is that after the guy (I will name him John), high school senior, was dropped off (as usual he gets dropped off first before me, we lived only couple of miles apart). Somehow he decided to jump in his jeep and started to follow the bus. One of students caught him then told the driver that he was following us.

But too late, we were at stop where I get off, I thought it was weird how John followed us. He got out of car walked up to me asking if this is where I live, I said yes and asked why he followed. He said oh he must have left something in the bus like.. a key. Of course nothing was found.

Soon after that, he found out when I will be home alone so he walked into the apartment (that day the door wasn’t locked). I was shocked to see him. He said that my mom gave him the permission to get in. 

I assumed they ran into each other at the store on her way to work.

So that’s where it started for about a year, I couldn’t tell a thing because I was scared for two reasons. One is afraid that no one would believe me cuz he was well-liked guy by many. Other reason was he threatened to kill my mom if I tell a thing.

I gotta tell you, being molested fucked up my life, went through a lot of counseling and all for many, many years.

Even to this day, I still struggle. Even worse, I saw him last year.. on VP (video phone)!! I happened to chat with a fan of mine and turned out his roommate was John! So, I couldn’t talk to that one fan anymore and I can’t tell him why. It’d be very awkward. So after seeing John on VP, all the shits brought me back all over again, struggling with it even to this day.

Okay, I feel a bit better… I think. Thanks for letting me to vent. Ciao.

Forgot to add one thing, how did it stop is when a friend of mine found out, he told his mother then went on telling my mom. Got John arrested and all, went court and such. At the end, he was released and put on 2 years probation.