I documented this some years back in my diary. It is a sad story that messed me up for a long time. My mum would go to the market and leave me with a female neighbour. I also stayed with this lady when I was on holidays from school or when I returned from school. I remember her features almost vividly, more saddening,.
When, at age 16, I finally lost my virginity , my only regret was that it hadn't happened sooner. Now, 17 years later, I still remember that night fondly. But my experience losing my virginity wasn't great because the bed was covered in rose petals, because I had hit some arbitrary age marker beforehand, or because the guy I lost it to became my husband in the parlance of our times: LOL. It was great because it was exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it.
This traumatic event changed my year-old self forever, both physically and mentally. Although this experience prompted one of the darkest periods of my youth, I refuse to let it define the rest of my life. Almost three years after my assault, I have finally found the strength to share what happened to me. Not to scare others but rather to find support amongst fellow survivors. It started off as any other trip but by the end, I would come back without a piece of myself.