Since this has to start somewhere, I am going to tell you about myself. I'm not writing this for pity, nor am I writing it to gain something I can never have. I am writing this so you know where I am coming from and why I decided to design this Special Interest Group.

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At the age of 10 years old, I was sexualy assaulted by a native boy that was adopted into the family so that he could get an education. The reserve he was from was no where near any schools. Anyways, he would climb down from the top bunk and rape me. This happened for three years. I had told the psychiatrist what had happened to me. After three months of going to this doctor, my mother never let me go back. The summer after I turned 16, my mother received a phone call stating that the native was arrested on the charge of making obsciene phone calls to young native girls. It was after that incident that I told my mother what he had done to me. She then related to me why I was not going to see the psychiatrist (which was that the doctor would not tell her what had happened to me).
I have gone for counselling since then. The memories still invade my dreams now and again. I had to dig up my memories of being abused so I could help my girlfriend through a similair situation just barely a week before I met her.
I was physicaly and mentaly abused as well by a step-father that did not know how to treat a pre-teen/teenage boy. I was beat on my bare back with a leather belt almost very other night. And the beating did not stop until I was 15 years old. Often times, he would whip me with that belt until I couldn't scream anymore.