I was a young child still in grade school 1970's when there were no law to protect children from sex offenders, being stranger or family member. I told a teacher once someone was hurting me, she responded you shouldn't talk about things like that. Those words of that teacher made me feel so much shame that I did not share with anyone for another 25 years what my father done to me. When I told my family they didn't believe my father the well respected man he was would do that, not only did he molest me but he got me pregnant at 13 years old. yeah i was the bad girl, no one ever asked only heard from the whole town how could you do this to your parents. How could he do this to me i ask...my parents adopted the baby out i never was allowed to see it, it has ate at me all these years feeling all that shame.I hope there is a special hell for fathers who do this to their children. it a scar that never heals..
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