My story began when I was around 5 years old. I say 5 as it is my earliest recognition of what happened to me.
My "grandad" sexually abused me.
He done this for around 5 years.
Then he died when I was just 10.
I had the most loving, caring family too.
My Nan was amazing , My Mum too , my uncle's and aunties and cousins , brother and sister. I could not have asked for a better family.
But him , he was supposed to be my grandad, he was supposed to keep me safe but instead he took my innocence away.
I thought about the experience through my teen years as I was getting older I knew it should not have happened and I didn't know what to do with the information so I would put it to the back of my mind and kept it to myself.
Until one day I spoke out.
I was 22 I was now a young woman , confused and hurt by what had happened.
I decided to tell my mum and she believed me and listened and supported me. I told my nan around a year later this story was hugely different as she didn't believe me and it had an effect on our close relationship.
I was gutted.
She was like my best mate.
How could this man ruin our friendship and strong bond? How could he do that to me?
However we got back on track and we were ok in the end 💝
I have battled through the worst of my anxiety , ptsd and depression for years. I have to say I am in an ok place now but one day it might return , I hope not.
Written by Laura Jones