*Note to the text: I choose not to include the name of my abuser. I believe that stating his name still asserts his dominance over me, but as you will soon find out he no longer has power over me. Also, I will only address to myself as Lolita during this text. I want my story to be heard, but I would not like to be known for this. *
I believe Anna C. Salter put into words that I have thought for years about what happened to me. She stated “Oddly then, in our search for meaning, we often assign victims too much blame for their assaults, and offenders too little. Our inconsistencies do not seem to trouble us, but they are truly puzzling. After all, if the offender is not to blame for his behavior, why would the victim be, no matter what she did or didn 't do?” After reading my story, I hope you can fully see who the blame should really be placed on. I’ve lived numerous years as the guilty victim, but am I really the one to you should be stamping your guilty verdict on?
He called me Lolita. To him, I was a ticking time bomb filled with this nymphetic persona. My mere presence was an
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From the moment I met him I knew there was something about him unlike mother’s normal bachelors. He looked at my mother in pure disgust, but when his eyes shifted towards me it was as if a lion was looking at it’s next meal. Never before had a man looked at me that way, but at this point in my life I hadn’t meet anyone that found my prepubescent body attractive. According to him, my prepubescent stature was the reason behind my nymphet status. This is where I would like to take a moment to explain what a nymphet is, basically a nymphet is a girl that ages from 9 to 14 that is considered a “demon among the wholesome children.” Somehow, I fell under this definition, well at least to him I did. They always say that the day you meet the love of your life you will forever change, but they never said what happens when you meet your