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Okay, so the earliest I remember, is my dads death when I was 3. My mom and step dad were recovering from drug addictions. We moved around a ton. I lived on the island for awhile and then we eventually came to PG. We lived in town, those were the best years of my childhood, the safest. I never got hurt there. Then we moved to willow river awhile later, and for awhile it was great. All the land my young heart could roam…my mother never really informed me of anything sexual, so I didn’t know any better when things started happening. After awhile we met the neighbours, and there was this group of older boys. I was very much a tomboy and I started hanging out with them a lot… I think I was 8. I don’t remember any of their names… but, they played sexual games with me and told me it was normal. This is what you have to do to be friends with us, they said… it wasn’t anything big at first, just touching and stuff… but then, the oldest of the guys [16-17] decided to take it further, and that’s the first time I got rapped… after that I was basically their fucking sexual chew toy. They told me it was a secret and that mommy and daddy would punish me severely if I told them. They moved and I had peace for awhile. I grew distant and stopped caring about myself, did horrible in school… but I loved the peace, I went out fishing every day in the summer, frog catching with some of the young boys, ext… I kind of thought I had to do sexual things with them to be their friends but I was glad they didn’t make me… then my uncle and grandpa started doing things to me. Uncle visited and raped me. Grandpa molested me in the dark on a visit. Basically, I was taught that this was normal because nobody told me different. I stopped caring at some point, completely, that’s when I became really passive and shut down completely when someone started like that. Then after that there was Wesley Keeler. He raped me until I was 14…. “friends of sex” he said. By that point I knew what was going on but my best friend was his younger brother and I always went over there… I felt really dirty, sick, and still felt like I would be punished if I told anyone… hoped that these guys actually cared about me to some extent, hoped it was what people call love. Had no idea what that even was at the time… He stopped after awhile, we moved.. I don’t think I told anyone till I was 15 or 16… my sister. After that, pretty much any guy could have their way with me cause I was so fucked up in the head. Never been able to have a close relationship with a guy. I’ve only recently told authorities about my Uncle who now has an adopted Son. I’ve only recently started healing… well, really, only since I got hit by that Semi. I was stuck for the longest time.