I used to silently cry during showers, alone in bed and try to forget all my pain and start a fresh day every morning. But the worst part was I had no one to speak to. I got so embarrassed in front of other kids. Like any other kid I wanted to play as well and when I undressed I realised there were blood stains on my underwear, and it was hurting a lot. I still remember clearly I was in my 7th grade and we went to Hampi for picnic from school. I felt helpless and just kept doing so out of fear and confusion. He would come home after my dad went to work and made me perform different sexual acts till he was satisfied. His friend whom I used to call George uncle forced me to touch his private parts one day when I was alone at home. After the first time he did, there was no going back.
But, it wasn’t enough relief for him because my dad himself became the first person to violate me physically.
He left me in the hands of my old grandparents. After she passed away, my dad was no longer ready to look after me. But the real horror began after the tragic accident that took my mother away from me forever, leaving me to a monster dad who raped me.Īt the age of 8, I lost my mom in a car accident. It was very depressing as I would get teased and bullied at school. I tried many treatments for my fits, including head massages, which meant I had to go bald every week. I struggled through fits (seizures) from the age of 4 till I was 16 yrs old, which led to complete detachment from friends. I never wish to see it even in my wildest dreams. Everyone says childhood is the best phase of one’s life, but mine was devastating.