The Difficulty
Uploaded by Aimee on Jan 26, 2002
Two more weeks, that's all I have to wait now. Results are coming back, and on the same day will be mine and Ian’s one-year anniversary. I love him so much. We’re both going to college, so we’ll be close next year.
Since me therapy he’s the only lad I’ve been with. We’ve been friends since year three. I remember the day we met; he was standing by the swings waiting for someone to let him have a go- he looked like a lost puppy. In the end I let him have my place, since then we’ve been inseparable.
We’ve only been intimate once, but I didn’t lose my virginity to him. My innocence was stolen from me at the age of eight by the only man I trusted. My father. But I don’t have to worry about him now, he can’t hurt me anymore. Ian was the one who got me to tell the police, after I told him what had happened to me he convinced me to tell the authorities. It was so hard to pluck up the courage to take the first step. When I told the officer, he didn’t believe me at first. But when he sent me to another one, this one was a lady and she did believe me. She took down a statement from me, which I had to sign. I’d never signed anything in my life. I was so scared. But Ian was by my side and he helped me through.
I was twelve when I had to stand up and testify against my dad. Do you know what that’s like? To stare into both your parents’ eyes and see how much they hate you. To see your picture in the newspaper with your story attached to it. People talking when you pass them in the street. No, you wouldn’t know what that’s like. Not unless you’ve been there yourself.
After the trial my mother was never the same with me. She always seemed distant; sometimes it felt like she didn’t love me. I was too young to deal with this, I suppose I had to grow up too soon. I built barriers so no one could get close to me. Except Ian. He was always by my side, and always will be.
For two years I had to go to therapy, at the time I thought it was pointless, but now I see it helped a...