Still in fifth grade and everything is going fine. So fast forward to sixth grade. I don't exactly remember what it was that made me want to go back, but I just remember asking my mom if she would make me an appointment and she did. I went for about a year and a half to 2 years. Since I don't remember much about that part I won't write about it.
By the time I stopped going back the second time I think I was in eighth grade. I don't remember anything really bothering me during eighth grade. It was probably one of the easiest years and best I've ever had.
Nothing happened over the summer between eighth grade and my freshman year. Now that I think about it nothing really happened my freshman year either.
Summer before sophomore year is where things started to escalate.
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my sexual abuse story
Non-FictionThis is my true story about what happened to me. I've only told my best friend and two teachers: one whom I've known basically my whole life and the other who is like a second mom to me. I've changed the names to keep both myself and him private. Wa...
