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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Words from a friend

   Words from a friend who was sexually assaulted twice. Once as a child and another as an adult.
  
   I always try to look on the positive side of things usually, but I lately have been thinking of what had happened to me. When I was about five(5) years old I got sexually abused by my grandmother's "boyfriend" if I should call him like that. His name was Johnathan. He did things to me that a five year old does not know nothing about. He would try and get me alone take me in to a room and get me undressed, and do things to himself that I didn't known what it was. He would pull his thing out and started touching himself infront of me. He would later wanted to have his thing on my girl parts. I didn't know what was going on. I thought it was just a game yet I knew Irma's wrong but I didn't tell anyone because I was scared he would hurt me. He would force me to touch him on his winkey, I didn't like it but I was so scared to tell anyone about that. He would always promise me to buy me a doll or some toy even candy if I didn't tell anyone about this. I knew it was wrong but I was s scared. Until my mom found out and went to the police and reported that, and the last thing I remember is that he went to jail, after that I don't know what happened to him.
   I was working for this catering company that hired me in Nevada. It was months until they had finally called to work around August 2015 I was excited not have gotten a call. Me and some other people went to work in the mountains close to Fresno, CA. The first month a half went great, I was excited to be working. Even if I barely got any sleep I was working and making money. But the time came win two of my Co-workers were able to go to town, I had asked them to get me you know shampoo and things like that. But later that night after they had came back from town they had said to me they bought alcohol. They were both excited about that.
   I was still working that night and my blood levels were a little low. I had to get some juice and a break in order for my blood levels to go up. I got done that day about a little past 1am. They had invited me to go drink with them but I declined as I was so tired that night.
   I want to sleep right away after I had put on my PJ's. Later that night I woke up scared screaming I had thought I was having a bad dream, I felt as of someone had picked me up as if I were nothing. But before that I had seen some type of flashlight or something a bit too bright. I didn't know what was going on. After that I woken up upfront on my tent house. With paramedics, firefighters and cops around me. I did not know what was going on. All I knew at that moment is that I was scared. Policeman were asking me what had happened but I couldn't talk. I felt afraid. They had taken me to the closest hospital before was in Fresno. There I saw to two sheriff cops and two sexual assault consuelors, that had asked me if I remembered anything. The two male sheriff cops said to me that one of my coworkers that was last seen with me was stabbed. A while later two nurses and a Dr. walked me in to a safe room him the hospital to check me. I heard one of the nurses say that they saw few marks where some sperm or something like that was seen on my body. They went on to check on everything and they had found more. I was scared and still am to this day. They confirmed that it was sexual assault.
   Hours later one of the counselors stayed with me until the owner of the company was able to pick me up. When he did he said to me "your 86 (fired) without asking if I was ok or even asking if I needed to pick anything from the camp site. He only took me to the bus station and bought a ticket for mentor come back home. I busted in tears whe he dropped me off there and left.
   It hurts me thinking about it till this day, and it was only last year that this happened.
   When everyone else came back from California I had to call to see if I was able to pick my things up. My stepfather took me to get my things, the owner was saying to me what had I done for that to happen. And that all of that was even my fault. He was on those guys side. It hurts that someone like that says it was my fault, for that to happen to me. Not even asking my side of the story.
P.S. for privacy I will call my friend Patricia.


I will link some pages where anyone can get help for sexual harassment/abuse.
Ph # 800.656.HOPE (4673)
Never releasing records or information about the call without the consent of the caller, except when obligated by lawOnly making reports to the police or other agencies when the caller consents, unless obligated by lawAgreeing to RAINN’s non-discrimination poll.

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