A week after my 31st birthday in October 2020, I disclosed to my now ex-girlfriend that I was sexually abused as a child.

I was bullied, beaten, and molested.

I told her about an incident in my childhood when my perpetrator ejaculated on me whilst I was innocently taking a bath.

I shared how they tried to rape me in my own bedroom when I was twelve, but I defended myself with a money box full of coins, and my abuse ended after this, the sexual element at least.

In September 2021, I reported my perpetrator to the police. Since August 2022, they have been on the run from justice, a cowardly fugitive, after refusing to attend a voluntary interview concerning my report.

My perpetrator was my dad.

‘Males disclose being sexually abused in childhood on average 22 years after the assault – 10 years later than females.’ (Easton, S. D. 2012).
Due to the stigma and secrecy regarding sexual abuse, I kept these horrors to myself for twenty years.

This has to change for future generations.