posted on May, 7 2010 @ 07:59 PM
Just to clarify.
When I was three years old I was sexually molested by close friend's of my Aunt. I vaguely remember the experience now figuring that I am 24, but I
understand everyone's disgust about this issue.
My Father died not too long after the incident from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. After he died my Mother met a man by the name of
Charles who would become my Stepfather for about the next eight years of my life.
Charles was in every way my "dad" so to speak because he raised me for the better part of my forming years. When I was around the age of eleven he
opened his own tire-repair business, and I got to travel with him while he collected all of the equipment that he would need for his Company. I
remember one night that he left me alone in this Motel room we were renting. He bought me porn magazines, beer, and told me I could watch whatever I
wanted on the television.
It was an odd experience for me personally, because up until that time I had been raised as a Fundamentalist Christian. I did not really know what to
think about the situation at the time. Eventually he got worse and was allowing me to look at porn more often, including films.
My family bought a new house and we had to repaint the inside. Charles had myself, and my younger sister help him paint the house. While we were
painting one night he asked me if we should "Let Amanda in on our little secret." which of course was the fact that he had been letting me
look at porn.
Now, mind you, my sister at the time was about nine years old. So now he had the both of us looking at porn.
The summer after the house had been painted and we had moved in my Mother had to have a major surgery done due to tumors that were growing in her
uterus. She was in the hospital recuperating for days.
Meanwhile my sister and I were left at the house by ourselves with Charles. We had head lice, so we had all of our clothes in the basement to be
washed. While my Mom was gone he raped my sister three times, in the basement and upstairs in the bed that he shared with my Mother.
Amanda was only ten at the time.
We eventually told my Mom, but both her and Charles accused us of just trying to "split them up." So one day when Charles was not there Amanda and I
showed my Mother where he was keeping all of the pornography in the basement.
She still ignored us for months, in fact, it would not be until my thirteenth birthday exactly that Amanda had a rape kit administered to find that
someone had been touching her.
Charles fled that same day after the Police began looking for him. He was caught roughly two years later in Las Vegas, Nevada (he fled from Oregon
where we lived) with a prostitute in some seedy Motel room.
He was convicted because both Amanda and myself testified against him in court. He died a few years later in prison from hepatitis C.
Charles was not the only person who had ever hurt Amanda. We had older friends of the family who also did things to her.
My sister and I are very close. We have had very long discussions about these things. I admire my sister very much, because instead of keeping up the
identity of a "victim" she was able to learn from her experiences. Likewise, I have always done everything that I can for her in regards to
lightening her mood. I have tried to help her to find humor in our experiences of life. I personally find that laughter really is the best medicine,
and we are giving power to our attackers when we allow ourselves to mentally remain as victims.
If people are poking fun at paedophilia they are doing the victims of paedophilia a great service. So much greater than taking it seriously, and
making such a big deal out of it...because I do believe that that gives power over to predators.
If you take something so seriously that you cannot laugh it off, then you will forever remain as the victim you are making yourself out to
So just because someone can poke fun at paedophilia does not mean that they themselves are merely paedophiles. Nor does it mean that laughter and
comedy are merely "survival techniques." Nope, it is much deeper than that...laughter transcends the negativity altogether.