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I remember being trapped in a community pool bathroom, after going in to take a piss.  Being followed in by him and being held against the cold tile wall.  I hadn’t slept for days before this, I was too weak to fight back, not able to scream loud enough.  Not that the screams would have done any good, we were the only ones at the pool.  I said no, I said stop, I said get off me, I said don’t do that, I said no. He didn’t care.  He was older, a bad boy, a friend of a friend.  I had already lost my virginity so I guess he thought he wouldn’t be taking much from me.  I still cringe or turn around swinging when someone touches my back or grabs my shoulder.  I was told he was murdered a year after, and I felt relief. I was fifteen.

I have tried to find validation in every relationship I’ve had.   Either by trying to fix the man that I’m with, trying to make him see that he can be better than he is, by telling myself I deserved the shit I put myself through, by justifying a fight.  It’s hard for me to trust people, to comprehend the way they function rather than the way that I function.  In two relationships, the men had overstepped their boundaries and threw me into a completely defensive mode which resulted in them being thrown into a wall.  I question whether I am now becoming the abuser instead of taking the abuse, but then I feel that even though I did physical harm to them, I was put into a bad position and took what action I felt was necessary to remove myself from it.  I still don’t like being cornered or pinned against a wall with someone screaming in my face.

I wasn’t supposed to make it through birth or to live after I was born, the doctors said.  I lived.  My whole life I struggled to not become a statistic, to follow in the footsteps of my mother and her drug habits, to beat the odds.  I made it.  I’ve made it this far and I will be damned if I’m going to give up now.

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C
C

Thank you for sharing your story. Keep on living, not just surviving, but LIVING!

Frelle
Frelle

Thank you for speaking out and sharing your heart here. You are a survivor, and telling your story is so brave. <3

Aerin
Aerin

I am so sorry for everything you have experienced. You are a survivor... and an inspiration. Wishing you peace and love.

Emily R
Emily R

Here's what I want you to know. It looks much, much further away from this side of 35. Hold on.

Sharon
Sharon

Your story speaks volumes about surviving! You are amazing! Thank you for speaking out loud about the things that happened. Thank you for finding your voice!

Gina
Gina

NO ONE should ever live with any part of what you describe. What a hellish past you have! I am so glad that you recognized that it was anything but normal and thank goodness you have survived!

Now, it's time for you to live a life of dignity and love that everyone (and especially you, dear) deserves.

Strength to you, every day in every way.

TigereyeSal
TigereyeSal

Thank you for sharing. I hope that you continue to heal, and welcome opportunities for love and healthy relationships.

Laura
Laura

You tell em, girl! You are one strong woman who can and will overcome the crap you had to endure growing up. Thank you so much for sharing this story.

julie
julie

Thanks for sharing your story. Every person who is brave enough to tell the story, inspires those of us not yet there -- but still in need of doing the same. Peace and love to you.

ann.
ann.

leah, you are beautiful. you already know how proud i am of you. <3

Claire
Claire

Thankyou so much for telling your story, you are an inspiration to everyone else who is battling against becoming a statistic.

Pippi
Pippi

All I can say is, good for you! And don't feel pressured by society to be in a sexual relationship if you aren't comfortable with one either. That bothers me about modern society, that we are expected to make something happen in such a personal area of our life whether it is healthy for us at that time or not.

Calleah
Calleah

Thank you so much to everyone who has posted comments, tweeted me on twitter or emailed me. I should have added on to this to let people know that I was assaulted yet again about 2 weeks after this piece was written. That individual is no longer in my life and it took me a while to realize, once again, that it was not my fault. I'm in a better place now in my life, anticipating single motherhood and expecting my first child.

All of your support does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Kayla
Kayla

As I sit here reading this, tears are rolling down my face. It breaks my heart to know that someone I love so dearly has gone through so much more than I had ever known. To know that there is just one more thing we have in common is almost dissapointing to me. You are an amazing, beautiful, talented and intelligent woman and to know that so many people took advantage of you makes me sick to my stomache. I still haven't dealt with what happened to me and i'm not sure I ever will, but reading this gives me hope that maybe I can one day atleast move on with my life and not let it play a role in how I see men that are active in my life. I love you Calleah.

Jackie
Jackie

Wow, you're absolutely amazing - strong and smart and fabulous in every way!!!! To have come through that, you can do anything you want. Those people couldn't carry your shoes. I hope you're incredibly proud of yourself, because you really deserve to be!

Sarah Simons
Sarah Simons

I am proud of you, for telling your Story, I'm not to the point yet, where I can write it all out, one day, thank you for being strong enough now!

you are amazing Calleah <3

Kristin
Kristin

There is no doubt that you are profoundly strong. With the strength and wisdom that you already have you will be able to forge a life of passion. If there is one thing I would like to say it is this: Be gentle with yourself and continue to be true to yourself.

You are, and clearly have always been, a true survivor.

Stay you.

Mistique
Mistique

<3 I just want to give you a hug. Even though I may not come from the same past you have, I still have the same issues with 'changing' people or trying to show them they're really better than that or if he was a mean person that I deserved it somehow. I thank you for being so forward, I hope this has helped you in some way to get through it. I thank you for sharing it. It's really made me see how my mom must have felt. I heard her stories of her father, but never knew the man, which is probably a good thing. I am happy to be a (small) part of your life and to know you. You are kind and strong. People like you give me faith in humanity that all is not lost and those bad apples can't spoil the bunch if you don't let them.

Jennifer
Jennifer

Good for you for rising above. And self defense is not abuse. If you are fighting back, it is not the same.

Michelle
Michelle

Please don't give up. Because I've been there. And I refused to be another statistic - and I'm not. And you CAN make it and you will. You sound like a strong woman and telling your story will help someone else. *HUGS*

@LastMinuteMandy
@LastMinuteMandy

I hear your story. I am amazed by you. You are one bad ass woman.

ShadowChaser
ShadowChaser

wow! what an amazing, strong, and brave woman you are! I must say, I admire you greatly. thank you so much for sharing your story with us!

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