Church

So I found being here really helped me at first. I mean it felt like I had a place I fit in. I would go in on Sundays and would go to Sunday school. I even started helping out with something called kids klub and would help the adults with music etc.

While I was there I met this man called Bill, he ended up being like a father image to me. Little did I realise were this was leading to. He would bring me sweets every Sunday. He was basically grooming me, I can see that now.

Sometimes I would stay at Bill’s, he and my mother got on well aswell. My mum said she told him what my dad had done and called him so many names under the sun.

One time I went with Bill to a party at his families. Where he got me drunk and I don’t remember very much, we went back to his as I was spending the night there. I hit the couch and fell asleep, I woke up and Bill was doing things to me. I tried to stop him but pretty sure I just passed out again. When I next woke up Bill was outside front of his house coughing.

I waited till I heard him go upstairs and I darted for my push bike (that I sometimes cycled to church) cycled home very drunk and very upset at what had happened. I got home and told my mum and step-dad at the time (that’s another story in itself though) everything he did.

We went to the police and the vicar about it. The vicar asked.me if maybe I could of dreamed the whole thing (my face after he said that was a picture) I told him that I did not dream it and know what had happened.

What I took away from this then was is there something wrong with me that I attract this to me. What I realise now is I was preyed upon and fell for it hook line and sinker.

The most important thing though is I survived but it also ingrained in me that you have to becareful with who you trust and what you trust them with.