The secret

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So basically this is my life, and I think it's time someone heard my story so please give me advice and tell me if what I've written is worth continuing....

Submitted: April 18, 2017

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Welcome to my life. Now be easy because everything I'm about to tell you, has made me who I am and also has given me a small, but large hate for Humanity and Reality. Starting off with the more important years; when I was 10 years old I moved from Chicago, IL to a tiny tiny town in Wisconsin, called Eagle River. Now Eagle River wasn’t just some random pick on a map that my parents decided was a good place to raise a family, it was our vacation home. The place where everything magical happened, or as it seemed. 

The first day of school as a 10-year-old in 4th grade usually goes like this, you get to school, you put your lunch box and backpack in your locker, you go inside talk to your friends and maybe learn some multiplication and then after some “hard work” you go to recess and basically repeat it all over again. So this wasn’t much different than my first day or my entire year for that fact. Other than one tiny and one large detail that set me apart from everyone else in that first-day 4th-grade class. Starting off, the tiny detail was, that I was simply new. I wasn’t use to having friends that barely could afford the apartment they lived in and I wasn’t use to being the “wealthy girl.” Now, the big detail. Alright Alright, brace yourself because what I’m about to tell you happens to 1.8 million of the human population. Now you’re probably thinking that's not even half of the population, so what could this be? But listen to me, being little and just starting to learn about the world outside of yours is uncomfortable as it is, but not understanding why something’s happening and feeling the blame for something so hurtful yet so fucked up is detrimental to your soul. So I was sexually abused, now-now, I’m not gonna say who because this would set off another bomb that I don’t think I'd be able to live through and most likely would be bigger than me and you. So this didn’t just happen once and it didn’t just happen by one person. From the time I was probably 8 years old, I had someone do things to me that I can’t even make sense of. Sometimes I think it was a dream or a false memory but then again being a psychology major, I know that’s my bodies way of protecting itself. 


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