When I was 16 years old I was the victim of a child
predator. Only those close enough to me know this because it’s not something
that I just throw out for the world to know. The reason I’m telling “my story”
is I want to give other young girls who are in this position the strength to go to someone
they trust and tell. Having to tell my parents was one of the hardest things I’ve
ever had to do, but it was by far one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Who
knows what would have happened if I’d have kept quiet. I could have been raped
or worse off, killed.
I’ll start off at the beginning. It started off innocent,
but it didn’t stay that way for long.
Some of this may seem out of order, but that’s how it kind
of is in my head. It’s very vivid, but at the same time a big blur.
It was around Christmas time when we started to go over to a
family friend’s house. As we spent more time there we eventually met his
neighbor. His neighbor was very nice and seemed like a normal guy. He even had
a wife and a young son. Everything was fine.
Through time he learned my family was having a hard time
financially and wanted to help out and bought me and my brothers a few gifts,
what we considered to be a blessing and were appreciative. We even spent
Christmas morning together and had a great breakfast. Not long after he learned
I was very interested in computers and at that time I learned he was a marine
who worked with computers on the base and offered to show me what his work
consisted of. I saw it as a potential career. My parents did too and I decided
to go with him. That’s how he got my number. One thing I do want to point out
is we’d already know him quite a while so it’s not like I just went off with a
random stranger. My parents were and still are very protective and he was the
first person I’d ever been allowed to go somewhere with, aside from family.
I went with him one morning and after that is when things
started to change. He said a few things throughout the day that I thought of as
odd, but I dismissed the feeling. As time went on he began texting me a lot. He’d
tell me I forgot to give him a hug bye that night or that he couldn’t wait to
see me again and that he was a real friend to me. I should have said something
then but I didn’t. I thought I could handle it myself by ignoring the situation
and hoping he’d just get the clue that I wasn’t interested.
As time continued on he’d start holding things above my head
saying that he helped out my family and that I got what I wanted, when in reality
I hadn’t asked for anything at all. He’d tell me I need to live my own life and
would say I was making excuses if I didn’t want to go see him. All mind games
that eventually started to take their toll.
My family would still go over there because no one knew
anything. We were just two families hanging out, having a good time together
around a bon fire, barbecuing or riding quads. Though I knew it was wrong, part of me liked
the attention I was getting, and that scared me. I’d dread going over there
because I didn’t want to see him, but I’d look forward to it at the same time. I’d take my friends with me because I didn’t
want to be alone with him. In my mind, that was how I was protecting myself, at
least for the time being. There were
these gut feelings that told me everything was all wrong when he’d hug me
goodbye but I’d always try and justify it. I would say to myself that he was
just a friendly guy because I’d see him hugging my dad or give my brother a
high five or whatever. I just didn’t really know how to handle the situation
and tried not to think about it.
I told him quite a bit over text that I didn’t feel
comfortable talking with him, but then he’d play the guilt card and at one
point even asked if I had any friends that would like to talk to him since I
didn’t want to. He’d talk about my virginity and tell me that I needed to relax
and not be so stressed out, which is ironic because he was my biggest stress at
that point in my life.
I finally came to the conclusion that I had to tell when I
felt like I couldn’t cope anymore and realized the consequences of telling my
parents would be far better than not. I was sitting in my room on my bed just bawling
with a razor in my hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually cut myself.
That’s when the realization hit me that I had people who could help me and that
loved me and I didn’t need to hurt myself to feel better. He was persistent
that I call him but I didn’t. I also knew he was in Washington for some
military thing and this was the best time to say something. This was the night
before I actually told.
I had to mentally prepare myself all day at school. In my
mind there were two possible outcomes. I’d tell and my dad would go to jail
because I knew he wouldn’t take it well or I wouldn’t tell and everyone would
eventually find out and my parents’ trust in me would be gone. I didn’t think about the worst possible
outcomes until later.
So I got off the bus and when I got home I gave my mom my
phone and told her there was something she needed to see. She was shocked and
was shaking so much she couldn’t read the words on the screen. I knew my dad’s
reaction would be worse.
After work that night he went to our friend’s house and we
decided to go there to him. He took the news like I thought he would. He
freaked out. Pretty bad. He was pretty mad at me until he realized I was coming
to them for help and not actually having a relationship with this guy, who was
in his 40’s.
The next day we told his wife, who obviously couldn’t
believe it but said she’d had her suspicions because she saw the way he was
always talking to me. We also went to the military and I had to talk with
detectives and the police. We couldn’t get a restraining order though because
he’d never threatened to hurt me. We got
print outs of most of the text messages and to me now it’s obvious and I don’t
know why I didn’t stop the situation sooner. Anyways, he didn’t get into any
trouble. He got told to not do that again. He didn’t incriminate himself
because he knew the right things he could say. He could talk about my virginity,
but never outright asked for sex so it was “ok”.
Though it ended good for me and I wasn’t raped or anything
like that, it could have ended a lot worse if I hadn’t have said something.
It’s been 2 years since this happened and I was fine that
whole time. I put it behind me. I saw him though in the store with his wife and
son (she actually stayed with him) a few weeks ago and I froze and didn’t know
what to do. I didn’t expect to have that reaction, but I did. I also walked
into a classroom at school and his wife is sitting there. I don’t think he
should continue to live a normal life. It’s wrong. He’s a potential threat to
any young girl. Just because he wasn’t successful with me doesn’t mean he won’t
try again. And there was a lot more that was said and that went on, but they
kind of fall into the blurred part of it all.
The reason I decided to write all this today was I’ve been
thinking about it a lot and it’s bringing up a negative side of me that doesn’t
have to be there. He shouldn’t have that power to make me so angry. I’m angry
that it lasted for so long and that I didn’t come forward sooner. I’m angry
that I somewhat liked the attention that he gave me. I’m angry he didn’t get
into any trouble and can do that to another girl. Most girls do not get help.
They try and fix it on their own and the outcomes are horrible. If you’re in a
situation like this, go to someone for help. These guys are not your friends.
They act like it because they’re sick and want one thing. Go to a parent, older
sibling, a friend, counselor, teacher, anyone. I know it’s hard but it will all
be ok. I can promise you that. Like I said before, it was one of the hardest
decisions to make but I’m so glad that I did. I don’t know what would have
happened if I hadn’t. Beyond all else, listen to that gut feeling. It is never
wrong. If I’d have listened to it from the very beginning it wouldn’t have gone
on for as long as it did. It lasted about a month, which is not a long amount
of time, but it was the longest month of my life and it still affects me every
once in a while. All the scenarios that I thought would happen if I told didn’t
happen. My dad didn’t go to jail and if anything my parents trust me more.
True, they watch over me more protectively now, but I understand why and I don’t
blame them for it.
I’ve been very angry lately and have been having trust
issues with my friends, who have been helping me through a lot and I don’t even
think they realize how much I love and appreciate them for it. I know what’s
right but the little things get to me sometimes. I’m just ready to let all this
go and grow from it, which ultimately is what I’m doing right now. I don’t want
to be negative and down because it’s not me. I’m a happy person. I love
laughter and making others happy. I hope that someone, even if it’s only one
person, can benefit from this. If not, that’s ok. Typing this all out has
really helped me close this chapter of my life and get rid of a lot of pent up
animosity. This shouldn’t be my embarrassment or secret or shame. It’s his.