I was raped at a very young age. When I was 6 I watched Irene get raped by our foster dad and his nephew. This man was teaching a young boy how to rape a girl. I watched and said nothing. Irene watched as I was raped and said nothing. We never talked about it; I could see the pain and shame in her eyes as I’m sure she saw in mine. But what were we to do? Who could have helped us? We had no parents we were unwanted by our own parents.. I was scared that I would get sent to a worse home. I was raped many years later by 6 men.. To this day I feel it’s my fault. If I hadn’t ran away I wouldn’t have been in that situation. In college I was raped by my boyfriend and then brutally beaten by him. It has taken a lot of drug abuse, therapy and so much pain for me to get to where I am now. I’m married with 2 children.. Rape damaged me emotionally and mentally. It took a caring strong man whose willingness to love a broken woman unconditionally to finally get me comfortable with sex. I had never had an orgasm and at age 25 pretty much thought I was physically incapable of it; no I just needed to feel safe and my husband and I s the only man I feel safe with. There’s so much anger inside tho and as I write this its all coming back up.. This bizarre feeling of hopelessness and despair. My throat is closing up and I feel the tears coming. I will forever live with this and all of those men are all still walking free probably raping other little girls and destroying their souls.