I'm in a total state shock and turmoil, my 17yr old DD told me yesterday that she was raped at 13yrs old by a 16 yr old boy that she vaguely knew. DD wasn't even aware it was rape, she said she was so frightened and scared at the time by him that she gave in and let him have sex to get away from him.
The night it happened she was out with friends and met up with others, people drifted off and came & went until it ended up just her and this boy, she said he started grabbing at her, trying to pull her trousers down, was hitting her, threatening her, banging her head on the floor so she gave in through fear and let him have sex with her.
After this happened she ran off and bumped into a group of drunken girls she vaguely knew, she told the one she knew most what had happened to her and the girl immediately told all the others, these girls then beat my daughter up as they knew the boy concerned and didn't beleive he had done this.
My daughter was left crying and distraught and rescued by a lovely couple in a car who drove her home but for whatever reason she chose not to tell me what happened. I remember seeing DD get out of a car that night and I remember going on and on at her about it, asking her who it was etc.
Since this happened to DD she has put our family through hell with drinking, violence towards us, running away from home, being arrested, stealing from us, truanting, overdoses and on and on.
We had our home repossessed because Social Services wouldn't help us but made it clear our youngest 2 children where at risk of being investigated/assessed/placed at risk because they were living in a home with such turmoil & violence so i moved out with them to a privately rented house but we couldn't afford to keep up with a mortgage/rent & bills on 2 homes.
DD is currently living in supported accommodation & me & the little ones are living back with DH.
I just don't know what to do, she wants me to do nothing, she's been living with this for 4 years and learned to cope in her own way but I am so distressed for her. I keep thinking & thinking about it, about not being there for her, about how frightened she must have been, about why she couldn't tell me, my poor poor DD must have been terrified.
I don't know what to do, I just don't know how to help her.