Personal Narrative: Twelve Years Of Abuse

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I froze. I could feel his gaze settle on me. It felt all too familiar. I had learned erasing twelve years of abuse, wasn’t as easy, as erasing his name from my diary. I took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmingly hot in the cold seat. The jury was quite, and I could feel every single one of them staring at me, waiting. We had reached the rebuttal in the trial. My attorney then asked me to explain. One incident, out of many, when I was sexually abused by the man sitting across from me. I explained everything, every detail and emotion. I felt numb though, and worried that I was too robotic in my closing testimony. But then I looked over at the jury, and noticed that every single juror was either holding back tears, or already crying. I looked at the judge, who remained stoic, but loosened his tie. I looked at the defense attorney, who seemed stressed, like he knew his client was guilty. Then I looked at him. The abuser. My abuser.…show more content…
Going to court, was not what I imagined I would be doing during my winter break of sophomore year. I had imagined I would spend winter break the same way every other break was spent, with my family, with the bad guy. I had spent so many years in the same cycle of abuse that I never imagined I could speak out against him, let alone go to court, and end the abuse once and fore all. My childhood was taken away from me. My innocence stolen. I felt like I lost my identity. After the trial, I no longer felt this way. I am so much more than a victim. I am an athlete, student, sister, and daughter. I am intelligent, resilient, and brave. Being a survivor means I am not only free from the abuse, but free from the pain that used to hurt me. I mentally got to this point by believing that I am not alone in this battle because there are so many other girls and boys who have survived this

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