First one seems to be doing just fine, married, kids and step kids. The family majority chose to disbelieve me and I have little to no contact with many of them now. I didn’t tell anyone until I was 10 and then a 12 my mum (only met her when I was 12) called the police, I spoke to them but only cared about protecting my grandparents so wouldn’t agree to the police taking it any further. Police woman told me the case would remain open.
Second one I was 18 and had already learned what telling anyone did, so I just pretended like it never happened. No idea where he is now.
I’ve been left with severe depressive episodes, acute anxiety and I can never enjoy sex the way I imagine it’s supposed to be enjoyed. I love my DH and find him attractive, but the act of sex itself, I detach from it. If on a very rare occasion I do find enjoyment in it, I feel disgusted and ashamed of myself afterward. That was taken away from me and means I have spent my adult life lying to people I love because I’m scared that if I say I could live happily without ever having sex, I will end up totally alone.
No justice. But life goes on and in the most awful way, I’m grateful I have been raped. It meant when my daughter was, in almost the exact same scenario at the exact same age, I was able to immediately take action and get her the support and help she needed. Her rapist, it took a year for the case to eventually be thrown out due to lack of evidence. It took her six months to tell me and she only told me after I sat my girls down to give them ‘the talk’ and warn them about staying safe. I have always been overprotective of them however in the end, it happened whilst in her fathers (exh) care.