I was raised with my grandma and on the weekends I would go to my moms house. She was a ******** so she would drop me off at my uncles house with my little brother. One night my uncle asked me to come in his so i can help him with his sons (my cousin) homework. I was 5 or 6 I didn't know any better. So he would lay me on his bed and pull my pants down and then he'd take his pants off. I would just lay there staring at the papers. He would then get on top of me and rub his penis on top of my vagina. He would ask me if I wanted him to go faster. I would never reply and just lay there.

At age 13 I remember sleeping in a bunk bed I feel like it was at his house. My little brother would be on the top bunk and I'd be on the bottom. So my uncle came in my bed one night and laid next to me as I slept he started touching my nipples in a circular motion outside of my shirt. So I got up and went to the bathroom. When I come back he asked me everything was okay. I remember responding I'm going to sleep with my brother so I climbed to the top bunk with my little brother.


When I turned 17 I told my mom what had happened those nights. She freaked out and confronted him of course he denied it. I remember going to a detective or something and they were asking me questions. I didn't know how to express myself so I don't think the male detective believed me but the female gave me looks of belief. My mom never believed me. Which hurts me the most. I am now 20 with a 3 month old with an amazing boyfriend. I still don't talk to my mom. Always listen to the children )':