The child alone

I was born on January 9, 1973 to Patricia and James Henry in Colorado Springs, Colorado at the Fort Carson Army hospital.

I was the 2nd child to my parents and was the only girl. About 13 months after I was born my parents had another son.

My family moved to Washington State when I was only a year old. My parents got an divorce when I was still a young child. After my parents got divorced our mother had us kids and then she had sex with another guy and had his child and then she put the baby up for adoption because our father told our mother that if the baby came out white she could keep the baby but if the baby came out black it was gone, so when the baby came out black our mother was told to put the baby up for adoption and the only thing our mother was allowed to do was name him so she named him Ricky.

I never was able to know my brother that was put up for adoption. When I was about 2 years old our mother gave me and my 2 brothers to our father because she could not handle 3 kids in diapers and our father was getting married and she thought it was the best place for us kids.

But our mother could not have been more wrong. From the first time we went to live with our father he was abusive and was hitting me and my brothers with belts, hair brushes, tree branches and anything else he can get his hands on at the time. When 1 of us kids did something wrong we were told to strip and stand in the corner until our father thought it was time to get dressed.

I remember 1 time when I was in the corner I turned around and asked if I could go to the bathroom because I felt sick and our father said no and to turn around and put my nose in the corner. When I tried to ask again I throw up and that made my father really mad and he got his belt and spanked me until I was crying for him to stop and then he told me to go to my room until he called me out. When I went to my room I sat on my bed and cried because I was hurting.

I guess I had fallen asleep because when I woke up my father was naked and in my bed with me. When I asked our father why he was in my bed with me he just grabbed my hand and put it on his penis and started to make me rub him, when I tried to stop he would just grab my hand and put it back on his penis. While I was made to rub him, he would put his fingers inside my vagina and that was very weird and at first I would take his hand away but then he would grab my hand and put it back on his penis and tell me to rub him and he would put his fingers inside of me again.

This was a game that my father played with me for about 3 months then one day my father came into my room and told me to strip and to get on my bed and thinking that we were going to PLAY I told him no and I was slapped across the face and I fell down and my father picked me up and undressed me and then put me on the bed. When I was on the bed my father pulled my legs apart and started to lick my vagina and then he grabbed my hand and made me rub his penis until he was hard and then he got on top of me and put his penis into my vagina band boy it "HURT LIKE HELL". I was crying and I was asking him to stop but he did not stop. From that point on every time my father came into my room I had to strip and get on the bed so my father can have SEX with me, by the time I was old enough to go to school I was having sex with my father 3-6 times a week sometimes more. When I started to go to school I started to act out because I had no idea how to act around grown-ups without being sexual with them.

one of my teachers made it her goal to see why I was acting the way I was acting so she came to my house one day and asked my father if he ever saw me act out in a sexual way and he said that he had not and then my teacher left and I never saw her again.