The Monster in My Closet: My Story of Sexual Abuse

Every little girl growing up always seems to be the"daddy's little girl". All they need to do is smile and bat their little eyes and they get what they want. That was that. Most fathers didn't expect payment in return. My "daddy" did.

I never knew my biological father. My mother married my step father when I was 3 years old. He is all I remember growing up. He was suppose to be my knight in shining armor. Instead he became the evil dragon that kept everyone else at bay. There may not have been a moat around my House but there might as well have been. I was never allowed to have friends over, not that I wanted to. I was embarrassed by him, always afraid he would try something with one of my friends and then everyone would know. I wasn't really allowed to leave the house either. I don't want to go into details but on the rare occasion I was allowed to go to the moves with my friend I had to "find" the money. So I quit asking. He put a baby monitor in my room so he could listen to phone conversations to make sure I didn't tell anyone. I kept a journal full of poems that I would write to help me cope and he would read it. I had no privacy whatsoever. He would also read my letters that I was writing or letters that had been written to make sure he was not mentioned. This is all while I was between ages of 12-14. I don't remember when it started but I do remember when and how it ended.