All in Child Sexual Abuse

Pam

 I was really young. Like 13. One day I got my period and I thought I was gonna die. She gave me a yellow Vicodin and told me it was a Naprosyn and I was like, woah this is great. Ever since then I loved them. After that it was like drugs all the time.

Tory

We had only been in the neighborhood for about 10 minutes before I saw a young lady. I can usually tell by the way someone carries themselves if they are walking to get to a destination, or if they are working on getting their next fix. I could tell that she was in the later category. I pulled up and told her briefly about the project and asked if she'd like to tell us her story.

Betty

I had to give him up for adoption because I had thoughts that shouldn’t be there. In other words, I prefer not to be around little boys. 

BW: So, you were worried about doing to him what had been done to you? Did you voluntarily give him up?

Betty: Yes. I broke the chain. 

Yummy

Yummy: I was eight. I never really told anybody. I do feel like that’s what pushed me in the direction where I’m more sexual, I guess, even though it’s used more for a commodity. 

BW: You never told anybody about what happened when you were eight?

Yummy: No, you are the first person.

Rochelle

Rochelle: I was seven and my cousin was fifteen. Now, I’m fifty-five. Did anybody talk about stuff like that back then? Hell no. Did I know in my seven year old mind that something was going awry? No, I did not. But, in his fifteen year old mind did he know? Hell yeah. 

Angela

Actually I’m not homeless. I have a place but… I do drugs. I stay in Norwood and I prostitute over here [downtown] so it’s too far to go home and come right back over here. I might as well go on and stay over here in the downtown area, keep going, get clothes from the shelter. 

Mark

I started when I was nine. I was living on the beach, literally. I could go out of the house and be at the dunes in thirty seconds.  I met this cat. He was probably eighteen. Good looking surfer dude. 

Angela

He took me and kept me in a motel for about three years. Held a gun to my head while he raped me… he’d sleep in front of the motel door cause he didn’t want me to leave. Yeah, we were in Donalsonville, GA. 

Lydia

I would want him to know that even though it seems that I’m choosing the drugs over him, that it’s really not the case. *Balling* I don’t know… I just… I don’t know where to start to even get right. It’s not really stopping using the drugs that I need to deal with as much as why I use the drugs in the first place.