I’m currently 19 years old and a sophomore in college. Back in 2007 I was either 6 years old or 7 years old and I was sexually assaulted by my best friends brother. I have never really told anybody apart from my girlfriend because it was something I always wanted to put behind me and forget about. Sometimes I tricked myself into thinking I imagined it or it didn’t really happen but I know it did. It really messed me up and to this day I still have trouble with being touched especially from behind me. Because of this it’s always made me feel as though I wasn’t good enough or nobody would love me because I was “Used“ or “damaged” and that made me unlovable.
Fast forward to now, 2019, and I am happily engaged to my girlfriend of 3 years and we are in a very good place. I now know my worth, and I know that I am enough. I can be loved. I’m not alone.