The Anatomy of a Child Molester

This piece is written about one child molester in particular, and he doesn’t represent every molester out there. He may represent others, but this is just the one who molested me. In recognizing just what happened to me as I grew up, I learned a lot about the dynamics of my life, from working with people who clearly connect to the realm of being that most of us can neither see, nor hear, touch, taste, or smell. They are intuitives, or psychics.

This realm is where our spirit exists when we are not in a physical body: before we are born, and after we die. In this realm are things like the Akashic Records: a place that doesn’t exist in the physical, but is like a huge library that holds every bit of information of everyone’s lifetimes, since the beginning of time, until forever. If you have the correct training, or if you are naturally psychic, you can access this information to learn about your life. No you won’t be able to see your future, but with permission, you can learn about things like agreements you made with others before you came into this lifetime.

Have I always believed in or known about this spiritual sort of woo woo stuff? Hell no! But in the past several years, it has helped me heal more than anything else out there. On another day, I’ll write about how I went from not really believing in much, to having a strong sense of knowing in spirituality. About having a spiritual awakening.

So, back to agreements. With the help of a wonderful local psychic, I was able to learn about an agreement that I created with the soul who is now my older brother. The agreement was basically for him to rape me, as an opportunity for me to learn forgiveness and compassion. I know that you are probably thinking I’m nuts right about now. But this is how it really works. You work out an agreement with a soul in order to learn an important lesson in life, and you work out the parameters of how it will be set up. Of course, free will is involved, so how it all works out in life is never a guarantee. I may or may not learn the lesson.

In fact, when my psychic looked back at another lifetime I had with my brother’s soul, in that lifetime, he was an owner of a harem. I was kidnapped from my loving family when I was about 12 (the age when my brother started having sex with me in this lifetime). New to the harem, I was a fascination for this man, and he had a lot of very rough sex with me. Because of damage to my insides, I was never able to have children. And that’s just as well, because the babies that were born to the other women in the harem were taken from them. By the time I was about 16, I wasn’t the new kid on the block anymore, and the man lost interest in me. At around 17 or 18 years old, I was so depressed and despondent, that I killed myself.

When you commit suicide and don’t get a chance to learn the lessons you set up for yourself, after you die and spend time convalescing on the other side for a while, you change the parameters of the lesson a bit, and try again. Having my violator be my brother in this lifetime, the thought was, would give me a better chance at learning this lesson.

Oh, and another thing I’ve learned is, when people choose a lot of difficult lessons to learn, they are one strong-ass Mo Fo of a soul!! So, if you see someone who has chosen to come into life in a body that has big-time issues, or who has some sort of accident that leaves them physically or emotionally scarred, or if they are a little child who has had horrible atrocities rain down on them, these are some very brave and tough souls. The first time this was put to me: that I chose to be surrounded by a mentally ill mother and a brother who wouldn’t be my protector, but rather my violator, I was told how brave and strong of a soul I am. That shift in perception was huge. It opened my eyes. I had worn the label of “used goods” for years (and let myself be treated as such). Yes, my subconscious is still riddled with low self-confidence here and there, because of the little girl in me still needing healing. But that is a large part of what I am working on.

So, this time around in life, it was set up that my older brother would become my tormentor. When I was just a baby, his needing to control me was already there. I have seen (looking back in hypnosis) him toying with me when I was only months old, wondering if he does this to me, what will happen. He is just two years older than me. I have also seen (again, with the aid of hypnosis) when I was about a year and a half old, that he would do things like thwack me just enough that it would hurt and it would make me cry – just to get a reaction out of me. His first instances of learning how to control me.

As we grew up, from time to time, he would do things to me, to see what he could get me to do. I don’t have a lot of childhood memories, but I do remember being around 8-10 years old, playing truth or dare with my brother and one or two of his friends. Like a lot of little sisters, I wanted to hang around with my older brother, so I would do pretty much whatever he asked of me, even if I was not comfortable with it. So, this day, I was dared to strip naked and stand on a bed with my legs spread apart and my arms wide open. Even though I was very scared, I wanted to be accepted, so I did it. The guys looked me over like a side of beef they were thinking about buying. That was it. You might ask, where was my mother with all of this going on? Well, who knows. At that age, she didn’t have to monitor our playing all the time, like you need to do with toddlers; so she could have been doing anything or been anywhere. Or she might have been in a depression, lying in her bed. My brother had confirmation once again, that he could control me: make me do things I didn’t want to do, and I wouldn’t tell on him.

I also remember another time, when we had a neighbor girl over to play (she was about a year older than my brother), and somehow, my brother convinced her to lie down on a bed, with her pants and underwear off (possibly playing doctor or something), and he had a small play set of vinyl tools. I remember him taking the plastic, flexible screwdriver and putting up her anus. She was in tears, but submitted to him. I was watching, but I don’t remember what I was feeling. I was probably glad it was her and not me. I don’t know how old I was, but I’d guess somewhere around 7-9 yrs. old. She never told, because nothing became of it.

By the time I was about 12, my brother had had years of making me do things I didn’t want to do, and he knew he had control over me. One night, and I don’t remember exactly if I was 12, but I think I was, he snuck into my bedroom and forced himself sexually on me. All I remember is wanting him to go away. And truthfully, I can’t remember if he penetrated me that first time or just felt me up. And for some reason, I took on blame, afraid to tell, for fear of getting in trouble. I did tell him to stop and to go away, but he didn’t stop, and he didn’t go away. In fact, he didn’t stop until it was discovered that I was about 5 months pregnant, a few years later.

I was hidden away in a home for unwed mothers until I gave birth to a perfect, beautiful baby girl; six days after my fifteenth birthday. When I left the hospital, she entered foster care and was soon adopted.

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8 thoughts on “The Anatomy of a Child Molester

  1. Hope Awaits

    Wow, what a powerful story! I can’t imagine what that must have been like. You sure are a strong soul!! If you don’t mind me asking, do you still keep in contact with your mother and brother?

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    1. persephone2013 Post author

      Actually, because of all of the healing I’ve done on myself, my brother and I get along well these days. I’ll be writing about that long process. Don’t want to give it all away right now (lol). Mom died just over 4 months ago, and we actually got along fairly well for my adult life. Eventually, I learned that the behavior she exhibited that was so injurious to me was because of her mental illness. When she was medicated and levelled off, she was pretty great.

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      1. goddessnemesis

        You are a survivor. I have learnt that my abuser suffered a sickness that stemmed from his childhood. I don’t hate him but I hate what he did (not many people get that). I broke the cycle and am only now writing for my own private healing. I look forward to reading more of your journey.

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  3. journeytojustice2013

    I’m so sorry you went through that. What a coward he is to do such things to a child, but you are much more of a kind and loving soul to forgive him. I wish I could forgive. It’s much harder than anything else, and the one thing I cannot seem to do.

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    1. persephone2013 Post author

      Thanks for your thoughts. My brother is only 2 years older than me, so he was basically a child all the time he was grooming, stalking, and violating me. Don’t get me wrong, what he did was not ok and will never be ok. But I understand the why’s around it these days. Because of that, I have been able to let go of the anger and hurt and shame. All of that crap did nothing to him, and only hurt me. I’ll be writing more on how I got to where I am now.

      Being able to let go of anger, hurt, and shame doesn’t come all at once. At least it didn’t for me. It’s been a process that’s taken time, learning, and the help of some amazing people. Please don’t judge yourself harshly for not being able to let go of your hurts at this time. We all have our process and our time.

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