Child sexual abuse is perhaps the worst offense a human being can commit.
Given that strong statement, it is incomprehensible for mentally healthy people to believe that child sexual abuse is prevalent in society, and it has always been so.
Some people feel that pedophiles are more common today than in the past.
The truth is people did not talk about child sexual abuse, but that does not mean that it did not happen just as much.
When I was a child, growing up in the Deep South, we all knew what was meant when someone would talk about that "Creepy Uncle."
I'll bet it was the same in your community as well - just think back for a moment.
Forever Changed is a short story I wrote a long time ago. It tells the story of a young woman's experience with her mother's "Creepy Boyfriend," and how the experience permanantly impacted her outlook on life.
It probably qualifies as flash fiction more so than a short story, because the entire work can be read in less than five minutes. But, whatever its category, I hope you appreciate it.
Butch walked in the door that afternoon, tired and dirty from toiling with tar in the scorching Florida sun.
The ripe odor of sweat and dirt immediately illuminated the room as he dragged his body across the concrete floor of the living room and staggered into the kitchen.
There was a brief pause, and then I heard the familiar pop of the pull tap on an icy cold beer.
The chilly ale swirled down the long, heavily veined black neck in loud, thirsty gulps and then he reached into the fridge and pulled out the remainder of the aluminum six-pack.
He shuffled back in to the living room, six pack in tow, and he collapsed onto the couch in a dirty, crumbled heap - there he lay, nursing his six-pack until loud snores began to emanate from his exhausted body.
Somewhere between the deep black of night and the early morning twilight, I felt hands roaming over my torso, rousing me from sleep.
I awoke at first confused, and then my memory began to prevail. I felt a slick, slimy chill deep in my gut that emanated through the rest of my body as hands moved farther down my torso.
His breath was hot and wreaking of stale beer, and his words fell on my face in a putrid shroud when he hissed at me, “come on girl, stop fighting me.”
My 9-year-old body froze in fear and disgust as I succumbed to his monstrous desires, but the iced state that had taken a hold of my body provided a welcomed measure of security in numbness.
The hot droplets of water hit my body and washed away some of the impact of the assault. However, after my twilight shower was finished, the creeping cold eventually crept back into my soul and accompanied me throughout my day.
My teachers droned on about place values, President Carter, cell parts, and semicolons, but my mind was too busy wrestling with the question of why I let my mother’s boyfriend do disgusting things to me.
I did not like it as he said I would, I knew that it was wrong, and I already knew that I was supposed to tell on him - but I was sickened and embarrassed at even the idea of telling someone.
Besides, I had been through this before with my step-grandfather when I was younger, so I should already know how to deal with the situation - I just needed to buck-up and stop being such a crybaby.
My ordeal continued, sometimes I outwitted him and I escaped unscathed - other times he won and I felt a new layer of disgust with myself.
One day I came home to find that Butch was no more.
Other boyfriends would follow, but none of them came anywhere near me because I had morphed into an uncontrollable brat with a smart mouth, a serious attitude problem, and a seething glare for society at large.
Frankie. D on September 08, 2016:
It's really sad to hear those story's THERE is no excuse for sexual abuse of any kind ALL of you are in my prayers PLEASE don't turn away from GOD BECAUSE of what SOME EVIL piece of garbage DID and know THIS IT is not in the least YOUR fault
Angela on April 12, 2012:
I AM REALLY GLAD THAT CHILDREN ARE NOW COMING FROWARD WHEN SOMEONE DOES ANYTHING BAD TO THEM. I WAS ALSO ABUSED FROM THE TIME I WAS ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD AND I TRIED TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT WAS GOING ON AND OF COURSE NO ONE BELIEVED ME, THAT I WAS SAYING THAT JUST TO GET ATTENTION. THE THING THAT AMAZES ME THE MOST IS OTHER PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY WILL BELIEVE WHAT THEY WANT TO HEAR.
shauntell on January 30, 2012:
i was sexually abused from the age 5 to 9 years old,for the following 5 years after was spent with my tormentor mocking me and making attempts to rape me again he almost succeeded when i was 14 but i was able to get away. i've told but it did nothing, the cops could do nothing and my family...well no one else seems to really give a damn, it's like they just wiped it from their memory and act like it never happened. im 18 now, have been struggling with self harm/eating disorder since i was 11 years old. it's so sad hearing stories about child sexual abuse especially because im amoung that percentage...it's depressing...but strangely comforting to know that im not alone in this. thanks for sharing.
Louise Elcross from Preston on December 14, 2011:
Very sad. Fifty years ago I was sexually abused as a child by family members and neighbours and there were plenty of creepy characters about then. The result for me was mental damage, loss of self esteem, abusive relationships and the rest. Thanks for writing this hub.
Karen A Szklany from New England on November 29, 2011:
Wow...so sad....especially the shame that prevents a child from letting the right people know about what she has been through.
Pamela Lipscomb from Charlotte, North Carolina on November 29, 2011:
I had a creepy Godfather. Alcohol and child abuse are close cousins. A sad but familiar story Rachelle. Thanks for writing this.