This is the first of several stories from survivors that I’m hoping to be able to share.
Please refer to me as Heidi or Heidi F but not my full name.
I was molested as a very young child, but I won’t go into that.
When I was eleven I went with my friend to some guys house that were supposed to drink with us. They were in their 20s. In the end my 12-year-old friend gave a few guys blow jobs and I was coerced into a handjob and a blow job. They they told me how great I was at it.
When I was 13, I met a man in his mid 20s, we fell in love I guess you could say, though it was wrong.
Shortly (maybe a month) after that my friend Tonya had me go with her to meet some guy who we were going to smoke a blunt with. When the guy pulled up I saw that he was a 30-year-old very large man. He went by D. He took us to a wooded area on a local beach and fed us an insane amount of alcohol. He asked if I was a virgin (I was) and processed to tell me how he wanted it. I refused, I was with the before mentioned man and loved him. D took my top off and stood behind me holding my breasts while Tonya took pictures of us with his Polaroid (we were both crying). He didn’t rape me, but he was angry that I refused him, wouldn’t return my top, and dropped us off (me topless) in the heart of the south side (very bad part of town). Tanya who was nearly hallucinating from the amount of jack we drank, called the cops at a payphone and told them I had been raped. I told them I wasn’t but told the actual story and D was prosecuted for his crime. I think he got a couple years, but I can’t remember. They found a photo album of similar pictures with other girls in his trunk. I do not know if my picture was in it, or what happened to said picture or the other girls. I still wonder about that sometimes.
The incident with D allowed my grown man boyfriend-guy to convince me of how irresponsible and incapable of caring for myself I was. As time went on I was not allowed to have friends, wear makeup/perfume/scented deodorant/dresses/skirts/shorts (in the Florida heat), etc. I was always accused of being a whore though he was my only. He gained complete control over me. I suppose I became a sex-slave or a sex toy, or whatever. He would have me suck his dick 6 and 7 times a day. I had braces and my mouth occasionally bled from the blow-jobs. When I did he would apologize and not make me give another that day, but he would have me finish that blowjob. I did whatever I was told. I didn’t know any better and didn’t want him upset. I didn’t know that this was weird until high school when I had a discussion about blow jobs with a friend. I thought everyone gave 30+ a week. I never did prom or had sleepovers because he didn’t allow it. He was my strict father and life partner, it was pretty f*cked up.
Right before I turned 18, my very close friend came into town. We had similar rough upbringings. He convinced me that my old man was a pedo and our relationship was wrong. That I should leave him and get with my him, my friend. He was as the child I knew, a good kid, and I cared deeply for him. Somehow I found the strength to leave him and get with my friend. Within 2 weeks I was pregnant with my first child (on my 18th birthday). As it turned out my new life partner was insanely fucked up. He was an alcoholic and drug addict and mentally ill. He beat me and regularly raped me. He raped me 4 weeks after I gave birth to our son. I became pregnant and decided to have an abortion. 5 days after the abortion he raped me again in doggy style. A sudden gush of blood made him pull back. I was bleeding profusely and was in an inch high puddle of blood. He seemed to feel really bad and apologized and helped me into the tub, washed me, and flipped the mattress. We left the bed there when we moved. Over the next several years he viciously beat me and raped me and fathered two more kids. Sometimes he would smoke crack and make me fuck him with objects in our house. A few times he made me reenact the times I was molested as a child (I had told him the stories when we were kids). He also made me reinact the time his uncle molested him. He once made me suck a crack dealers dick so he could buy crack (mind you, I didn’t do anything like that, I didn’t even drink). They high-fived over how good I was at it while I cried. I know I’m good at it though, been doing it long enough… He forced me into stripping to pay for his habits. Funnily enough, it was the men there who were forever complimenting me and being kind to me that grew my confidence and made me realize that I could stop my life as it was. One day after work I came home to him crying. He said he had a dream that he molested our oldest daughter (not yet 3). It dawned on me what could happen. I Grabbed the kids and ran while he was in the bathroom.
A while later a man I had consensual sex with previously, that worked at the club, forced me into the bathroom and sodamized me. I didn’t tell anyone.
Shortly after that I met my now husband in the same club, and we’ve been together nearly 13 years. I am ok, my kids are ok (he raised them as his own) and we are treated with love and respect. I am happy and healthy so this does have a happy ending. ❤️