One of those unwritten stories. This is a true life story of a pedophilic homosexual incest rape survivor:
I don’t blame those children who want nothing to do with their parents because some parents are evil. I am not going to introduce myself, I just wanna write my story and show people how some children’s lives are destroyed intentionally by the hands of their parents.
So I was an eleven year old boy when my father raped me. Yes, I was a ‘boy’, I am now a 32 yrs old man married to my beautiful wife and with 2 kids.
Then, my mom was one of those typical career women who rarely stayed at home. I wouldn’t blame her because my dad had no job. She was the breadwinner, he was the housekeeper and they were both satisfied with it. There were never any arguments between them because my mom did her duty efficiently and my dad did his too.
When my mom started her itinerancy, I noticed that my dad was always having male visitors who sometimes stayed overnight with my dad in the room. I was a little boy, i didn’t see anything bad about it since they weren’t women. Sometimes, these men played with me is such provocative manners that made me uncomfortable even in front of my dad who would watch me squirming and trying to get away from the unwanted rough play.
There was this uncle that usually visit my dad almost every weekend when my mom was away, on that Friday, he came as usual. I was in my room reading some books when I got thirsty, on my way to the kitchen I saw a sight that nearly stopped my young heart. I won’t elaborate because it was disgusting. The two men noticed me at the staircase and the other man looked me in the eyeball, grinning and asked, “do you like it?” My dad stood up and shouted at me to go back to my room. I ran back to my room on jelly legs, though I was young, but I knew what I saw them doing was very wrong.
That same night, my dad entered my room drink and naked with only his boxers on. He woke me up and told me to put off my clothes, I told him I did not want to have my bathe again in the night. He slapped me, and I quickly put the clothes off because I knew my dad to be a very mean drunk. He told me to bend down on the bed and I felt something in my anus, I was alarmed, I wanted to pull away but my strength was no match to his. He rammed into me and I felt this tear on me. I screamed until I became exhausted and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Before he left, he told me that if I ever told my mother about the men who visited, he would tell her that I slept with men and boys. I was left in tears, shame, pain and fear. I didn’t leave my room until my mother came back. She saw my withdrawal from people and fear of men. After several cajoling and unexplained nightmares, I confessed everything to her and till present, I am so glad I did.
After my confession, several events took place, but to cut the long story short, my mother divorced my dad, quitted her job and took me out of that house. Her love and many counseling sessions with psychologists brought me out of my trauma. After 21 yrs, I received a massage from am anonymous number saying my father was requesting for me. To be honest, when I saw the word ‘father’, my dear came back with a full force but then I knew he could no longer hurt me. I told my mom and my wife(she already knew about my past) and we all went to see the man. Despite me been grown up and all, I was still afraid to approach this monster that called himself me dad, alone. He was in a piteous state in one hospital at Abeokuta, he was suffering from kidney and liver problems and could not control his defecation and urination. When he saw me, he started crying and begging for my forgiveness. He was dying and he didn’t want to go to his grave a damned man and father. I was so pissed and angry that I wanted to kill him, I looked him on the eyes and told him that I would never forgive him, then I walked out.
I know so many people would castigate my action, but if only they can out themselves in my shoes. I don’t know if the man is still alive or dead and I don’t care. I want to ask a question, if you the one on my shoes, what would you have done?