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.
If you want to add your thoughts or story to this, e-mail me with what you
would like published at
firstname.lastname@example.org. You do
not have to add the HTML codes, I will before I publish it.
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.