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A child's cry for her mom's love
I was a little girl who just wanted her mother's love, but instead I got blamed and hated. Here's my story! My mother brother and I moved to Averill Ave in a small town a long with her 2 other sisters and their children .We all went to number 15 school I was 5 when we moved there, As a child we were always told that children should not be seen when their adults in the room we were taught to respect all Elders, but what happens when a adult miss treat a child and nothing was done about it, but you were told that you are a lair and all you did was go to bed like you were told. While I am laying in my bed I had a nightmare about rats and in my dream their were nothing but blood all over my room, their was a big fat rat sitting on my chest, once I realize what was happening I started screaming and crying for my mom to come I kept calling for her but no one answered I called out for her again and again just to be woken up by her boyfriend Bosco. When Bosco entered my room he had on just his boxers and no shirt .With his boney little legs and arms I wish I was much older but at that time I was just a little girl looking for my mother and she was no where to be found. When Bosco entered my room he said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you in screaming! I said," I had a bad dream" and I want my mom! he said" your momma not here she left now shut all that noise up before I give you something to scream about "I was scared but I'm still crying for my mom and she wasn't there! While I'm still crying Bosco walks over to where I was laying and got in my bed I didn't know what to do I thought it was ok because he was grown and I was told to respect my elders so I thought letting Bosco in my bed was the right thing to do ,but then he started touching me in places he wasn't suppose to because it hurt, he had long fingers nails that he would put inside of my 5 year old vagina. My mother then walks in and catches Bosco in my bed and ask him "What are you doing? He got smart with my mom and got up and went back in my mother room ,my mother left to go next door and I got up and ran after her ,but when I got there, I over heard my mother telling my Aunt that she caught me in the bed with Bosco, Not I found Bosco in the bed with my child! She did ABSOLUTELY nothing but blame me, nobody cared enough about me instead I grew up being hated for something I had no control over ,Now I'm grown and hate PEDOPHILES.I have buried this for so long today is the first time I spoke on this I hope you guys liked this story because this was hard to write but I want to heal and my healing starts today I hope this touches someone who may be going thru the same thing and know you are not alone and please tell someone thanks for hearing my story.
By Shuvon Williams6 years ago in Viva
I Thought My Vagina Had a Tail
You don't expect too much when you go in for a bikini wax. You know it'll hurt if you forget to take an Aleve before your appointment. You know ingrown hair pain is much worse than the waxing. You know the warm towels are the enjoyable part. And you know how awkward, yet painless, the butt-waxing is.
By Alfie Jane6 years ago in Viva
5 Tips to Great Feminine Hygiene
1. Take Care of Your Lips The lips are a prominent feature of our faces as women. It is often one of the first things that men notice on a woman's face. Lips have a lot of feeling in them and because of this can get irritated rather easily. Seasonal changes in the weather and random foods or drinks may be irritating the soft skin of your lips and you do not even know it. In the winter, some people get dry lips that form a red ring of dead skin around them. Then, they find themselves licking their lips more throughout the day to compensate for the dryness and only end up irritating them more. This vicious cycle can be a huge downer on your daily life. To stay on top of your lip softness and comfort game, try always having some medicated lip balm on hand. This will give your lips a drink of nourishment and also work on repairing the broken skin. You will never regret keeping one of these in your purse just in case.
By Sasha McGregor6 years ago in Viva
When I Was 18
When I was 18 I was raped at a party. I am always hesitant to talk about this in a public way for a few reasons. First, I know it is hard for the people who love me to read about. Most of them had no idea this happened to me and I can appreciate how brutal it must be to find out. Second, nobody wants to talk about it. It's scary to put out there something that is rarely talked about. The fear of judgement is real and the stigma attached to sexual assault is too. Victim blaming is real y'all. When I went through this almost all of my friends turned on me. In fact sometimes I feel that was the most traumatic part.
By Molly Elizabeth6 years ago in Viva
Failure to Refuse
I want to share a story of my first sexual experience. It serves for me as catharsis. I also hope to give gentle cautionary advice. My goal is for people to find courage when they're afraid to speak. This tale begins long ago in my life and comes full circle in the current era.
By Texas Christie6 years ago in Viva
I'm A Survivor Of Unresolved Trauma And I'm Here To Share My Story With You
When I was a freshman in high school, all the girls in their ninth-grade gym classes were taught self-defense should they ever come in contact with a predator one day. I was informed that one in four girls are sexually abused or raped by the age of eighteen. Back then I knew deep down in my heart that one day I'd be that one put of four girls. I was right. I hate being right.
By Dez's Public Journal 6 years ago in Viva
Melbourne's jewels to demystify the female body
Her long hair just about reaches her thighs. Blonde all over except the roots, where her natural brown-black hair peeks through – in a way, mimicking the mixed blood that flows through her veins. After all, Mino was born to a German-Japanese mother and a Taiwanese-Indonesian father, a love story that started in Asia.
By Shareena Aziz6 years ago in Viva
What it was like back then:
For me, #me too began in a flower shop in about 1974. We didn't call it that back then, of course. In fact, we didn't talk about such things much at all. I started looking for work as a very shapely, older-looking 14 year old in a large urban area. I did so not because we were living in poverty. Quite the opposite: my dad owned a very successful business. But I was bright and independent. Perhaps too much so for my own good. School bored me to tears - I could maintain straight A's while going to every class high. And dad and I could not get along - at all. We would fight for hours - literally and very loudly - most days when he came home, and especially if he had been drinking, which was at least once a week. It brought my dear mother to tears and entertained my brothers and friends and neighbors as they sat outside under the windows. It wasn't that we didn't love each other. I was the eldest child and only daughter and the apple of dad's eye. I was just growing up too fast and he was trying to put the brakes on a runaway train. I needed to escape and there was only one honorable and allowable way to do so - get a job.
By Terry Lerma6 years ago in Viva
It takes time to heal
I remember my mom introducing him as her new boyfriend. He had just got out of prison living in a halfway house. He seemed different but I was only 6 what would I know. I just knew my mom was happy with him and being young and seeing her get beaten in the face with the end of a gun until her face was bloody by her ex, i just cared about her being happy.
By Michelle Bee6 years ago in Viva
