I dream of it still, I don’t think that particular day will ever be erased from my mind. My mom & my aunt were going shopping, my mom didn’t like the pants I was wearing so she told me to go change them, so I did what I was told. I remember going into my room, opening my dresser drawer, when this faceless man walks in, closes the door, and locks it. I am not afraid as I trust this man. He asks what I’m doing, I tell him what my mom told me to do. As I answer him he lays on my bed. He tells me to come to him as he wants to play a game, I’m 5, so I love games, the last thing I remember seeing is him undoing his pants, my memory has blacked out the rest, except for the pain, there was this pain, it was terrible. The next thing I remember is throwing my bedding into the wash, I’m not sure how red stuff got on my sheets, but I’m sure my mom will be so very mad at me.

This would not be the last of my sexual assaults. I would be sexually assaulted by my 2 male friends at the age of 12, and again at the age of 15, after giving birth to my son.