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Male Rape

Updated on January 21, 2013

Some things are hard to get over

As a child, I was given up by my parent's at 2-years-old. The family that I lived with was beyond dysfunctional. The abuses were many, but one particular incident has haunted me all my life. It has caused me immeasurable pain and often haunts my dreams and stalls my success. The fact is, that I have never really described what happened to anyone even though it replays itself in HD in my minds-eye.

I was 10-years-old when my older 'cousin' started to groom me to be molested. It started when I would spend the night at his home. His mother was 350lbs and did not have the energy to keep up with a teen and pre-teen. The abuse began with touching and wrestling. It eventually grew into him holding me down over a table and pressing himself against me. The episodes always ended with some treat and a threat to keep quiet.

Each time he went further and further. Then, one day, my guardian said she needed to go shopping 30 miles away from our small East Texas town. I remember very little about the details of that day. I cannot remember if it was cold. We were playing football, but I cannot remember with whom. I do remember him asking if I wanted to put on my Dallas Cowboys football uniform. The trailer that we lived in was eerily quiet and I should have realized that I was in trouble the moment we entered my room.

He waited until I had taken off everything except my underwear. Again my memory fails as to how I ended up on the bed on my face with my briefs around my ankles. I do remember the tearing pain of him penetrating me and my screams of "No!" and "Take it out!" I do remember the smell of his armpits. I also remember feeling like a dirty rag when he was finished. The incident did not last long but I was a different child.

I told my guardian the next day and she told me to stop lying. I told my friends in the presence of my cousin and he slapped me so hard it left a handprint on my face. I didn't say anything else about it for 12 years. That is the day I told my biological mother because I wanted to understand why I was the only one of my siblings to be given up.

She told me it was because she didn't want me to be like my brothers and sisters and she did not have the money to BUY me back. In hindsight, all of my biological brothers and sisters are responsible where as most of my adopted brothers and my sister are either dead or dealing with serious addictions.

There is no moral to this story. There is just the lingering of my cousins smell in my mind and the feeling of isolation in my heart. Neither have gone away completely.


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    • habueld profile image

      Bruce Bean 4 years ago from Riverside, CA

      Thanks. I have gotten over it. I had just never written about it.

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      Wayne Joel Bushong 4 years ago from America

      habueld, I too suffered abuse as a child.........after years of mental torment I heard a radio talk show host tell a caller that was blaming her horrible life on sex abuse to get over it! Its in the past, doesn't change who you are! Choose to live in misery or choose to make the rest of your life wonderful..........that was the moment I chose to make my life hindsite it hasn't happened yet but God blesses me daily more than I deserve!..........I will pray for you tonight when I have my time alone.

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      Bruce Bean 4 years ago from Riverside, CA

      Already did. That's why I can tell the story.

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      Jon 4 years ago from Philippines

      man, please do some counselling, it really helps. God bless!

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      teacherjoe52 4 years ago

      Good morning habueld

      Have you tried going to councilling?

      I too have suffered terrable abuse, not like your but believe me it was horrable. I have learned to take it to Jesus. It will be difficult and you will most likely carry these scars all your life, but you will have peace in Jesus. Try listening to And He walks with me. then just talk openly with Him. Get it all out. He can take it and is waiting for you.

      May you take comfort in the loving, healing arms of Jesus.