Received from one of the people we have met along the way – as a response to my publication of 'Whose Rules'.
To date, I have been told more than 350 stories – many of them not much more than three sentences, but many have also vowed to write their story also.
I met this person as a 19 year old model and spent no more than two hours with her in total.- she has kept up with my blogs, although she is not a FB friend.
We will call her 'Nina' . Nina has just finished her College Degree in Psychology, and has worked as an Art Model. I am unsure of her current employment status.
".. Now for my story please make sure you have time to read and feel free to ask questions i have come to be very comfortable with talking about it.
OK, Well my parents moved my sister and I to Alabama from California when i was 3 years old, so i don't remember much . but I know when I was five my father introduced my sister and I to sex, and my mother assisted helping him take our innocence... at the time i thought it was OK because he said he was our best friend and that no-one would care for us if we ever told or tried going out on our own....
There would be times he had all three of us in a room at the same time.. it wasn't until age 7 he began to have actual intercourse .... and that's also when he introduced my sister and I to drugs ... He made my sister and I take Ritalin, Demerol, Morphine, Zanex, and what ever he used to make himself, but with sex and drugs my mom soon became jealous of my father's affairs with us. She went to work one night and never came home .. I had made dinner that night .. so as you can imagine the bad, just got worse - age 12 with no mother - I had to raise my youngest brother, 'D'. He was still in diapers at the time I taught him how to read and write then he began school .... My father started injecting my sister and I with the drugs, locking us in the room and if we dared say no!.. He would beat my sister and I or who ever made him mad .. sometimes he would make us beat each other for other people's entertainment..
As you can imagine I wasn't able to go to school often. I would make Cs, Ds and Fs. I worked hard to try and support my family. I worked, cleaned houses, hauled hay, chopped wood and gave my dad 50% of everything I made, as he he never worked..
Years go by, my father started giving me more of the sexual abuse and my sister more of the physical abuse. By the time I turned 15 I thought it was as bad as it could get ...I went to school one day and the god just touched me, he touched my heart. I felt I needed to tell someone.. I mean people knew, but no-one could do anything about it unless we admitted to it.. That day I told my teacher after school about my father hitting me and she felt the large bump I had on the side of my head.. Life changed from that moment on. A woman from my sister's work took all four of us in.. She raised me from 16 to 18 then I left for college (4 hrs away) and have been paying for everything I own from that point on..
My sister also went to college 30 minutes from where we lived .. My brothers where admitted into foster care because the lady taking care of us got cancer and was no longer able to care for them.. They were moved 12 times before the State awarded my sister care of our 2 younger brothers.. We have no family besides us four kids, and well since then we have been thanking god everyday!!! My mother died last June of a brain aneurysm, I'm sure from all the drugs. The sad thing about it, is nothing ever changed. I never heard from her after she left.. My father was admitted into 3 insane asylums before he was sent to jail.. and that leads us up to now...."