This is my first time posting this, so bear with me. I spent most of my life keeping a secret from my family, a secret that I could barely deal with myself until recently. I was abused, from the age of 7 until the age of 13, by my female cousin. At the time, I remember thinking that it was strange to do this, but I wasn't sure then if I was doing anything wrong. All I knew was she, my cousin, did things that no one else did, and for some reason, I couldn't tell anyone.
After a while, I knew what she was doing was wrong, and I wanted it to stop. I couldn't tell my grandmother (this took place during the summer when I visited my grandmother for vacation bible school) so I turned to God, asking him to make it stop. He didn't answer, and it was another year before I was strong enough to tell her to stop. I told my parents four years ago, a daunting task in and of itself as it nearly sent my father over the edge (my cousin was from his side of the family). After many long talks with a therapist, and friends and family members who have shown me nothing but love and support, I feel I can share this story with others.
If this has happened to you, I ask that you do not feel bad. I spent years cutting myself off from people because I was scared they would know the truth. I didn't even get my first serious girlfriend until I was in college because I wasn't sure if I could ever trust another woman again. So, if this has happened to you...it's not your fault, and do not feel afraid to talk about it. As I learned, not so long ago, my fear was giving my cousin power over me still, and if I was not longer afraid, the power she wielded no longer existed.