I don't know if it's really called a sexual assault, but I feel that I was taken advantage of and molested.
My neighbor was a great man who was very helpful to my family. I adored him and thought of him as a grandfather. Little did I know he was a predator and a stalker.
As I hit puberty he started taking notice of me and always telling me how pretty I look...that I looked like my mother. I know this man lusted after my mother and she could barely go into the backyard to do any gardening because he'd always basically corner her to talk to her. My dad thought it was hilarious...haha whatever.
When I was 14. I was in the backyard and I was working on routines for the next upcoming band competition. I was in the flag corp. I was upset and crying because some of the girls in the corp were really mean to me. I told him about it and expected a listening ear. He asked me to get into his truck so we could talk. I got in and he grabbed me and pulled me to him and he kissed me on the mouth and put his hands on me. I couldn't believe what was happening and I just jumped out of the car never to tell anyone about it.
Over the next two years this man stalked me. I remember looking out my brother's bedroom window that looked directly into their yard and at their backdoor. That man used to stand inside his house watching for me to come out. I always thought it was weird that whenever I'd come outside he'd come out and sit on his back steps. If I rode my back through his yard to my friends and didn't stop to say hello he'd wonder why and ask me if I was mad at him. We were friends and friends always stop to talk to each other blah blah blah. Typical pedophile talk.
After two years and him touching me I finally told my mom and dad. My dad wasn't laughing this time. He told him to leave me alone or else he'd do something about it. The neighbor told him he didn't know what he'd done or why I would have said those things.
After 40 years of living in that house that man and his wife moved across town.
He'd come into my work knowing I'd be there by myself and ask me why I was mad at him basically trying to convince me that it was all in my head. He was disgusting. I hated him!!! His wife couldn't understand why I would never talk to him. She was a clueless woman.
The most horrible thing that happened was in 1993 at my grandmother's funeral. He and his wife came to the funeral and I was forced to hug him. He hugs me and whispers in my ear that he'd been wanting to hold me like that for so long! Why couldn't he have just said,"I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother, you ok?" No...he feeds me this crap about wanting to hold me. This was right in front of his wife too....the nerve of him and such guts.
This man died in 1997 of cancer and I hope that he repented. I've had trouble forgiving him for what he did to me.
The worst thing for me right now is that his daughter met with my mother a few days ago and told her she wanted to stop by and have my mom tell her everything she remembered about her mom and dad.
My mom said,"I want for you to make a list of some things." Crap! I can't think of anything because most of that time he was chasing after me.
I don't have anything good to say about him. NOTHING!
What makes me sick is his daughter, his grandchildren think he was so special and wonderful. I feel like writing her a letter and telling her what a terrible man he was, but I know it would only hurt her and I always liked Janet....so I won't.
So...I guess I've been through it. Not raped, but molested physically and emotionally.
It still makes me angry because he denied it and never apologized for what he did.
My neighbor was a great man who was very helpful to my family. I adored him and thought of him as a grandfather. Little did I know he was a predator and a stalker.
As I hit puberty he started taking notice of me and always telling me how pretty I look...that I looked like my mother. I know this man lusted after my mother and she could barely go into the backyard to do any gardening because he'd always basically corner her to talk to her. My dad thought it was hilarious...haha whatever.
When I was 14. I was in the backyard and I was working on routines for the next upcoming band competition. I was in the flag corp. I was upset and crying because some of the girls in the corp were really mean to me. I told him about it and expected a listening ear. He asked me to get into his truck so we could talk. I got in and he grabbed me and pulled me to him and he kissed me on the mouth and put his hands on me. I couldn't believe what was happening and I just jumped out of the car never to tell anyone about it.
Over the next two years this man stalked me. I remember looking out my brother's bedroom window that looked directly into their yard and at their backdoor. That man used to stand inside his house watching for me to come out. I always thought it was weird that whenever I'd come outside he'd come out and sit on his back steps. If I rode my back through his yard to my friends and didn't stop to say hello he'd wonder why and ask me if I was mad at him. We were friends and friends always stop to talk to each other blah blah blah. Typical pedophile talk.
After two years and him touching me I finally told my mom and dad. My dad wasn't laughing this time. He told him to leave me alone or else he'd do something about it. The neighbor told him he didn't know what he'd done or why I would have said those things.
After 40 years of living in that house that man and his wife moved across town.
He'd come into my work knowing I'd be there by myself and ask me why I was mad at him basically trying to convince me that it was all in my head. He was disgusting. I hated him!!! His wife couldn't understand why I would never talk to him. She was a clueless woman.
The most horrible thing that happened was in 1993 at my grandmother's funeral. He and his wife came to the funeral and I was forced to hug him. He hugs me and whispers in my ear that he'd been wanting to hold me like that for so long! Why couldn't he have just said,"I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother, you ok?" No...he feeds me this crap about wanting to hold me. This was right in front of his wife too....the nerve of him and such guts.
This man died in 1997 of cancer and I hope that he repented. I've had trouble forgiving him for what he did to me.
The worst thing for me right now is that his daughter met with my mother a few days ago and told her she wanted to stop by and have my mom tell her everything she remembered about her mom and dad.
My mom said,"I want for you to make a list of some things." Crap! I can't think of anything because most of that time he was chasing after me.
I don't have anything good to say about him. NOTHING!
What makes me sick is his daughter, his grandchildren think he was so special and wonderful. I feel like writing her a letter and telling her what a terrible man he was, but I know it would only hurt her and I always liked Janet....so I won't.
So...I guess I've been through it. Not raped, but molested physically and emotionally.
It still makes me angry because he denied it and never apologized for what he did.