10 to 14
I was a very shy child, we moved to the central coast of New South Wales and lived in Killcare. A quant village that had one road in and one road out. The road led to the end of the peninsula at Wagstaff.
There was a tiny school at Pretty Beach and had only one class room. It was split into composite classes. I was 10. I was not liked as I was different.
Not physically different but I was from Jehovahs witness parents and that was enough to be different.
I recall one recess break at school of climbing up to the top of this enormous rock in the grounds of the school. It was mountain size rock, but I was 10. Maybe not so ginormous now in my decades later aspect.
The boys decided they wanted to teach me to make babies. I ran and slid all the way back down to the head masters room, terrified.
That afternoon I told my father what had happened and I was taken to the head masters cottage that evening to discuss with my father about the incident. It was not acceptable.
That was the start of my father beginning to groom me to sexually abuse me. It lasted till I was 14. Not until my mother asked if there was something my father was doing that was not right, did this come out and into the open.
World War broke out in our house, it was never a home, it was always empty of love. Fights between parents exasperated over the revelation of the incest taking place. Then I was sent before the committee meeting of so called elders of the church..
That resulted in me being simply defined as creating myself to be sexually attractive. I was shocked how a 10 year old child could be considered to have initiated this at such a tender age.
I lived with it, I hated the outcome. I was guided to get out of that hideous cult.
At 14 I turned away from that religion and God.
