Tommy took turns raping me. And I’m still having nightmares about that night.
It keeps playing over and over again like a scene out of a Wes Craven movie.
“Honey it’s time for your therapy session,” my mom said standing outside my room door.
I’ve been having a weekly therapy session with Tywanda Johnson. She’s a rape survivor/Author/Rape Counselor.
I thought going to therapy was going to be a waste of my time, but it’s turning out to be very relaxing.
“I’m on the way down,” I replied running my fingers over my now Amber rose haircut.
I had my hair cut after the rape because now I know that it can and will be used against me.
Running down the stairs into the living room, I saw mom handing Mrs. Johnson a bottle of water.
“Good Afternoon Honey, let’s get started,” Mrs. Johnson said grabbing her notepad.
“I’ll see you guys in an hour,” my mom said grabbing her purse.
“Actually Tina, I think it’s about time you join the therapy session.”
“I…I…I…I got somewhere I got to be,” she answered.
“Yes, you have to be here for your daughter. Take a seat please,” Mrs. Johnson said standing up and ushering my mom to the seat beside me.
“I don’t see why I need to be here. This is her therapy session not mines,” my mother said.
“You’re here because this is your fault,” I screamed at her.
“How is it my fault,” she instantly shot back.
“Had you been a full time mother and wife instead of a part time one, none of this would have ever happened.”
“I have always been there when you needed me, but you know I had to work. How could I have known that my husband liked my daughter and not me?”
“You could’ve been home more. Instead you were so busy at the nursing home that I went from being a priority to an option overnight. Stephan stepped up and raised me.”
“Wait a minute Honey. That was a powerful statement. Stephan stepped up and raised you.”
“Look I love my mother and I know she was trying her best to be the best mom for me, but she was focusing on the wrong areas. When I tried to get her to spend time with me, she always had to work.”
“That’s not true Honey and you know it. I will not sit here and let you fill this woman’s head up with lies about me…Yes it’s true that I’m almost never home, but Honey is never alone. Whether it’s the neighbor’s kids coming over or her two girlfriends, she always has someone. Whenever I try to have a mother daughter day, she has to always bring her friends…”
“How often did you leave Honey alone with Stephan?”
“For at least four hours a day.”
Instead of replying she just continued to write.
“I can’t believe that you blame me for what happened.”
“Mom you were out at the spa because you were mad at Stephan…”
“How was I supposed to know that he was going to rape you?” she answered.
“Because he had raped me before,” I yelled before running out the room.
I had just revealed something that I been keeping a secret for a year and some change. I don’t know why I still didn’t tell anyone of the first rape after the second one, but right now I just need time to clear my head. Grabbing my headphones I turned on Adele and drifted away.
Tina
“Did she just say that he raped her before?” I asked still in shock.
“Yes she did. I’m done for today, please tell Honey that I’ll be back same time next week,” Mrs. Johnson said gathering up her things.
“Let me walk you out,” I said following behind her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome dear…I have a question for you.”
“Okay.”
“Does she really blame me for what happened or did she do that because I was there?” I asked hoping that she did that to get under my skin.
“From my observations she seriously blames you for what happened…But don’t take it too personal. She has to blame someone, and right now it’s easier to blame you. Do you feel responsible for what
It keeps playing over and over again like a scene out of a Wes Craven movie.
“Honey it’s time for your therapy session,” my mom said standing outside my room door.
I’ve been having a weekly therapy session with Tywanda Johnson. She’s a rape survivor/Author/Rape Counselor.
I thought going to therapy was going to be a waste of my time, but it’s turning out to be very relaxing.
“I’m on the way down,” I replied running my fingers over my now Amber rose haircut.
I had my hair cut after the rape because now I know that it can and will be used against me.
Running down the stairs into the living room, I saw mom handing Mrs. Johnson a bottle of water.
“Good Afternoon Honey, let’s get started,” Mrs. Johnson said grabbing her notepad.
“I’ll see you guys in an hour,” my mom said grabbing her purse.
“Actually Tina, I think it’s about time you join the therapy session.”
“I…I…I…I got somewhere I got to be,” she answered.
“Yes, you have to be here for your daughter. Take a seat please,” Mrs. Johnson said standing up and ushering my mom to the seat beside me.
“I don’t see why I need to be here. This is her therapy session not mines,” my mother said.
“You’re here because this is your fault,” I screamed at her.
“How is it my fault,” she instantly shot back.
“Had you been a full time mother and wife instead of a part time one, none of this would have ever happened.”
“I have always been there when you needed me, but you know I had to work. How could I have known that my husband liked my daughter and not me?”
“You could’ve been home more. Instead you were so busy at the nursing home that I went from being a priority to an option overnight. Stephan stepped up and raised me.”
“Wait a minute Honey. That was a powerful statement. Stephan stepped up and raised you.”
“Look I love my mother and I know she was trying her best to be the best mom for me, but she was focusing on the wrong areas. When I tried to get her to spend time with me, she always had to work.”
“That’s not true Honey and you know it. I will not sit here and let you fill this woman’s head up with lies about me…Yes it’s true that I’m almost never home, but Honey is never alone. Whether it’s the neighbor’s kids coming over or her two girlfriends, she always has someone. Whenever I try to have a mother daughter day, she has to always bring her friends…”
“How often did you leave Honey alone with Stephan?”
“For at least four hours a day.”
Instead of replying she just continued to write.
“I can’t believe that you blame me for what happened.”
“Mom you were out at the spa because you were mad at Stephan…”
“How was I supposed to know that he was going to rape you?” she answered.
“Because he had raped me before,” I yelled before running out the room.
I had just revealed something that I been keeping a secret for a year and some change. I don’t know why I still didn’t tell anyone of the first rape after the second one, but right now I just need time to clear my head. Grabbing my headphones I turned on Adele and drifted away.
Tina
“Did she just say that he raped her before?” I asked still in shock.
“Yes she did. I’m done for today, please tell Honey that I’ll be back same time next week,” Mrs. Johnson said gathering up her things.
“Let me walk you out,” I said following behind her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome dear…I have a question for you.”
“Okay.”
“Does she really blame me for what happened or did she do that because I was there?” I asked hoping that she did that to get under my skin.
“From my observations she seriously blames you for what happened…But don’t take it too personal. She has to blame someone, and right now it’s easier to blame you. Do you feel responsible for what
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