I was sexually abused 100+ times as a child.

I had a great childhood until my parents split up aged 9.

I had to live with my father when he married a women who came to live with us with her son, who became my step-brother. Everything was normal for the first few months, until every Saturday night I was sexually abused in a twisted routine.

At 9 you don’t think it’s wrong, I was young, vulnerable, abandoned, I thought it was normal for older people to do this.

It wasn’t until I was Year 7 in a Sex Education class when I went to live with my Mother and escaped the abuse did I know how wrong it was.

For 5 years I did not tell anyone, I became an angry child who did not know how to communicate my shame and hopelessness.

Adulthood has been tough. I’ve felt weird. No male friends. Self-sabotage good in my life.

I felt unworthy of happiness leading to suicidal ideation, mood swings, broken relationships.

No more. It was wrong. The suffering stops here.

Your past doesn’t define your future.