This is a long confession about my stepfather and I… I needed to get it off my chest.
When I was a child (between 5-10), my stepfather would call me into his room and ask me to rub his back, then he would get a towel to go take a shower then “pretend” to fall on top of me and he would put pressure in his pelvic region and rub himself against me for a while then stop, tell me to go play then act like nothing happened. He also would rub my back, neck and belly, and “by accident” he would touch my breasts.
When I was going into middle school he stopped, but we then started fighting and screaming each other. When I was in grade 7, my mom lost one of her CDs and he came flying into my room while I was still in a towel, tore my room apart and then screamed at me because it was a mess. I quickly got dressed when he left the room and confronted him in the kitchen. I told my sisters (both are younger) to go into their room, lock the door and go into the closet and cover their ears. When they did, my stepfather and I started screaming at each other while my mom just stood there. He then grabbed a hold of me and squeezed my arms then pushed me into a kitchen chair with arms and I had a giant bruise on my back and my arms because of him. My mother, instead of helping me or doing anything, just started crying and ran to her room like a child. I was then blamed for her crying. When I found her CD (it was in another CD case) I didn’t get an apology or anything. They just pretended like it never happened.
Between grade 8 and grade 9 nothing happened except we moved to another place. Then when I was in grade 9 and grade 10, my stepfather would ask me to rub his back. At the time, I had suppressed my memories of when I was a small child and didn’t see the signs of what was going to happen. He then, through the course of a year or so, molested me on several occasions and even got me to give him blowjobs in our bathroom during the summertime when my mom would be at work and my sisters would be outside playing. I never told anyone because I’m afraid. It’s been 9 almost 10 years since it happened, but now I’m living back with them because I lost my job and am afraid he might try it again..