My step sister raped me from the age of 5 to 8 years old. She’s older so she was always put in charge. I thought that was what I was supposed to do.

Later in life, she would give birth to my niece and I currently raise her. My niece is the best thing to ever happen to me but it messes with my depression because of where she came from and weirdly, that makes our bond stronger. She doesn’t know yet that my step sister is her mom and bailed on her to run off with some guy and get pregnant again. It’s worse that she’s keeping this kid and barely acknowledges my niece was supposed to be hers.

One day, when she’s older and wants to talk about it, I hope she has an understanding of who mom is and who I was regardless of what she did. I hope she sees that everyone is fucked up in special ways but there are people close by who understand being just as messed up.

The rape led me down a weird path. I became a hoe through out Junior High to well after high school. I was seeking something to fill that piece she had taken from me but found it nowhere. Therapy saved me. If anyone is considering therapy, I highly recommend it. Therapy, my niece and some anti depressants have made me the person I knew I’d always be:

Someone who just wants to help.

If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, come to me. Idk how messaging works on here but I’ll figure it out for you and you can talk until pass out.