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child sex abuse awareness: Survivor /Victim first person stories

Last year I wanted to participate in this child sex abuse awareness program, but somehow it was late then, or maybe I dint make up my mind and have guts to speak it out.

This year, I have a 9 months old daughter with me.  I don’t want anything unfortunate to happen to her, for that matter, to any child (male/female) hereafter.

Neither did my parents want such things to happen to me, but it did happen.

Survivor /Victim first person stories:

I was 4 years old. I was a person who always wanted to go out and play in sand. I lived in a secure township. We had a park located few blocks away from my house. Every day I with my other friends, who were little older than me go to park to play at 4 in the evening.  One day, a teenager boy must be 15 or 16 years old came to me. He said he will show me something interesting and also give me a chocolate. I didn’t know what a chocolate could cost me. He took me behind one of play equipments. He started to open up his pants and showed me his organs and he just opened mine and showed me the difference. A minute later a lady from behind shouted and he just ran away from there. I sat there in ignorance. The lady immediately took me home and from then I was not allowed to go to park alone.

Years later, when I was in my teenage, I was used to travel in shuttle buses from school to hospital or friends place or market place. People (men) used to fall on me, many a times I thought it was accidental and never raised my voice until someone intentionally lifted up my skirt to feel me. I just told my mom, only after going back home. If at all my mom had warned me before, I would have stood up against the fellow then and there.

Months later when I was at my grandparent’s house, heartbreaking incident happened. I and my cousin were born in the same month. Both of us grew up together. But, difference grew up with age. One fine day he said, he likes me.  I just gave it a laugh. But later on he started following me where I went. Once I saw him hiding under the bed, waiting for me to come out of bathroom after bath. Luckily I came out dressed. What if I had come out with just a towel?

From then on, I couldn’t trust him. For that matter, I took too many years to accept any men in my life. Falling in love and breaking up made it worse. Thank god, I found a right guy and married him. Or else I would have hated men community for my life time.

If you too want to contribute then, Here are the details:

A lot of you have been asking us how to take part in this, what are the rules etc. We want to keep it as open as we can. Any thoughts? Please share. However for the convience of everyone we have put together the ways you can contribute as well as some very broad guidelines…

If you would like to add to the discussion or know somebody else who would, please note that we welcome entries

The list of topics is available here. Anonymous contributions are accepted and requests for anonymity will of course be honoured.

Please remember to send in a mail with all necessary links or just your input to so that we can track your contribution and make sure that it is not inadvertently lost or something.

Some guidelines

1) Please precede the title of your post with CSAAM April 2011. Then add a hyphen and your title.

2) Please insert the badge html(above) in your post. If you carry it on your sidebar for the entire month of April too apart from just within your post, we would be honoured.

3) If you refer to sources for information kindly italicise that part of your post which is taken from the source and provide the link to the original source in a bracket.

And finally

4) Please do avoid any graphic descriptions of the abuse.  Stay as factual as possible if you’re doing first person accounts



I welcome you here! My blog is primarily a blank paper with chronicles of my everyday thoughts and happenings around me spilling like colours. It has various hues, bright, cheerful at times dark episodes of my life. I like to speak a lot and tell stories, but rarely find patient listeners. So, here I am venting out, everything crossing my mind. it is also a record book of my little Barbie’s antics and growth. It is just not about the baby ,but also helps me to keep track of fights and special moments with husband, in-laws and friends. I am an Architect by profession working for an Govt. away from husband because of job location. I love writing, painting, reading and cooking (occasionally).I like roaming around and window shopping. But, now unable to move even an inch outside, because of my daughter. I am originally from Andhrapradesh and have lived in Tamilnadu for 25 years and now back in Andhra. So you will find mix of words from both the languages and me trying to settle down in this new place. Thanks for stopping by. I would love to hear from you. Please email me at

6 thoughts on “child sex abuse awareness: Survivor /Victim first person stories

  1. We all face such things on daily basis and the sad part is we are suggested or taught to keep silence. I have decided not to tolerate it and wont go silent on any kind of abuse.

  2. Thanks for speaking out about your experiences. Your reasons for joining in — your concern over your daughter’s safety — are very similar to the feelings that drove us to this annual programme.

    Can we ask you to please also post the CSAAM 2012 badge? You can upload the image as a normal picture and link to the website through it if that’s easier. Thanks so much.

  3. That is so sad to read.. But incidents like this can happen anywhere, and all we can do is talk to our children, explain about good touch and bad touch, and be there for them whenever they need us. Apart from being on our guard as well..Thank god you are fine now..

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