When I was 8 I was out into foster care, most of the homes I was put in were great. He called me gay and fag, I didn't think nothing of it because I didn't know what those words meant. My brother didn't tell anyone, he made fun of me. No one ever found out but once my youngest older brother saw my rapist making me touch him in his places. When I was raped I didn't really know what was going on. Only two people know about it, one is my youngest big sister Krystal, and the other is my nephew Gabriel. When I was about 7 years old, I was raped by my older sister's husband's 15 year old son. I thought I was stupid, ugly, a bad dresser, dirty, and a few others.
But after awhile I started to believe what they would say to me. They called me many names and at first if just brush it off and laugh with them. When I was really young I was bullied a lot, it wasn't by people at school thou.
