Am Rita. I am 28-year-old woman who looks fulfilled on the outside but deep within me, I am still carrying a scar, a wound that has refused to heal and has made me hate men so much that I have never been in a relationship.
Some people think I am a lesbian because of my aversion for men, though that does not mean that I do not have sex. I do once in a while but that, for me, is just to satisfy some natural cravings and does
not mean anything to me. I have gone for therapy several times but nothing has helped.
Every May, 27, is a reminder of what I went through in the hands of my uncle, my father's younger brother.
While other children were living out their innocence, my uncle, a man I had grown to love so dearly,
took mine when I was just 13.
Uncle Bayo , had just come back from a university in England and was living in a wing of my father's house while he tried to sort out his future.
Every evening, he would take me and my two younger brothers to visit his friends or to watch them play basketball. At the end of the day, he would take us to eateries and bought us ice cream, snacks and other goodies.
We loved such outings and and looked forward to them. Our parents were happy that our uncle showed so much love and care for us.
Little did they know that he was just grooming me for something sinister until the day children all over the world celebrated their day.
While my brothers went off for their school party, uncle Bayo said he wanted to take me out to celebrate the day.
I happily joined him because a day spent with him always turned out to be fun. He took me to one of his friend's place and we met two of his friends waiting for him.
Uncle Bayo immediately took me upstairs into a room, where he told me he had a special package for me that day. I was looking forward to the special package when my uncle locked the door and told me to take off my clothes.
I stared at him in my innocence and asked him why I should take off my clothes. Without warning, Uncle Bayo gave me a blinding slap and went on to tear my clothes off my body.
I was too stunned to struggle with him as he pulled off his clothes and tore into me, raping me brutally. I cried and begged him to stop but he had become a monster, violating me, taking away my innocence.
When he was done, he opened the door and his two friendscame in and raped me in turn till I passed out.
When I came to, Uncle Bayo told me he would kill me if I ever told anyone or anytime I refused to allow him have sex with me.
I was so scared and refused to divulge the abuse to my parents. Uncle Bayo continued to rape me till he got married and left our house.
Since the first time, something in me died and I have not been the same person again. I am only opening up now because I know your readers would be able to advice me on what to do to get myself
healed of this searing wound in my heart.
Rita. Dear readers, on Morning Teaser » today, we ask: what do you think Rita should do to free herself of the pains she has been going through?
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