What No One Tells You About Surviving Childhood Sexual Abuse

No Shame in Survival: Reclaiming Your Peace After Childhood Sexual Abuse

I was sexually abused as a child. And for most of my life, I didn't say that sentence out loud. Not because I didn't know it was true — but because I didn't know I was allowed to say it.

That's the part no one talks about. Not the trauma. Not the flashbacks. Not the psychology.

The silence.

The part where you carry a memory inside your body like a secret, but you keep living. You laugh, you date, you work, you perform, you succeed — and deep down, some part of you believes you must have done something to deserve it.

That's the mindfuck of childhood sexual abuse. It doesn't just hurt you. It rewires you.

The Silent Epidemic: What the Numbers Tell Us

I was seven years old when it began. Too young to know how to stop it. Too young to even fully understand what was happening. And they knew that. For five years—until I was twelve—it continued.

I was asleep when it started—waking up to hands on my body, paralyzed by confusion. In a home already fractured by violence and addiction, where was I supp…