When April Cried
A #SurvivorStory by Michael
It was mid April and about a couple of days after I was raped, and my stepfather decided he wanted to have some time with me, so to understand the whole picture of that night.
As soon as my mother was gone, he began talking to me about the event, next thing I knew he had taken my hand and put it on his penis.
I realize there are far worse accounts, but this incident was the trigger that began a campaign of various forms of abuse, that lasted for at least another 10-11 years, and mold ms into who I am today.
So I decided to write a series of abuse that I experienced from 1981-1992.