When I was 3, I began being sexually abused by my 11 year old half sister. We would go into my room and she would lock the door. We would hump each other and touch each other. Sometimes without clothes and sometimes with. This went on for months until we moved into a different house. At this house, my parents started babysitting a boy from our church who was 3 years older than me. He would make me lay on the floor while he touched all over my body and humped me. I felt so disgusted with myself for so many years. At 18, I was raped by a boy I had been dating. I believed that sex would never be something I could enjoy. I believed that sex would always be my suffering for the pleasure of others. Fortunately, I was able to start therapy. I am still in treatment and I am doing so much better 🩷 To anyone who is reading this, I promise there is hope. You did not deserve anything that happened to you. None of it was your fault. I’m sorry you were hurt. I promise there is still hope. You can get through this and you can get better 🩷