My Story ****Trigger Warning****

Now, I don't really know where I should put this, but I just really need to let myself open up more.

It all started when I was in kindergarten. We found it funny that a nine year old boy followed one of the teachers at the time. I was four, and started to like him. He liked me too. One day he took my hand and told me to follow me to the quiet room. He locked the door after us and told me to lay down on the cough. I did, and he started to caress me. I was sick for liking it. He then took it one step further. He shoved his hand down my pants. I really wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't . For some reason I started developing a habit of pulling out my hair and chewing on my fingers until the skin would rip off. We finally moved away, but not for the reason above. I took a deep breath and thought that this might be my second chance, but it was the exact opposite. I met my neighbor, a boy one year older than me. I think I was around the age of 7 when he asked me over. He took me to his room, where he started to strip down to nothing but his underwear. I was terrified but I couldn't move, so I let him do it. He took my virginity. After that things started going downhills. I started scraping my skin with a knife, I punched myself. But I am so grateful to be here right now. I think this website has started pulling myself together again. I needed silence, but not anymore. Anyways, thanks for reading. It really means a lot to me. :)