A Voice For The Innocent

I received the following e-mail from Jamie who not only wanted to tell us his story but also what he’s doing about it.

My name is Jamie. I am a 29-year-old male, and I am a sexual abuse victim. I don’t tell you this for pity. I don’t say this so that I can get some charity or attention for it. And I certainly don’t mention it so I can gain some sort of clout or admiration for having been through something like that. I mention it because it is crucial knowledge for this journey. In my late elementary/early middle school years, I was sexually abused by my father. It lasted around 3 years. It included the viewing of pornographic magazines and movies, personal and mutual masturbation, and eventually even turned into my father performing oral sex on me. Most people who know me on even a semi-personal level know this about me. But allow me to back up.

My mother and father were never married. When I was a very young child of 2 or 3 years of age, they lost touch. When I was around 7 or 8 years old, my grandma ran into my father at a convenience store. Imagine my surprise and excitement as a young boy who had often asked his mother the whereabouts of his father. The arrangements were made. I’d start going over to his place one weekend night a month. Over time, this turned into a weekend a month, and then the familiar arrangement that so many children of separated parents know – I stayed there every other weekend. Over the years of me starting going there, I got to know my stepmother and my siblings. I established real, meaningful, and lasting relationships with people whom I had no idea existed before being reintroduced to my father.

I remember when my father started working for the local newspaper. I’d go with him on to the job most nights that I was there. We’d wake up around 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, go stuff papers, and then go deliver them, returning home around 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning. This is when it all happened. While the rest of the house was asleep, 10-year-old me was introduced to sex, pornography, and what would turn into a dirty secret that I didn’t know how to share with anyone.

There’s a certain give and take with parents and children. Everyone who had a steady parent learned how to say ‘no’ to them. I certainly remember crossing the line several times with my mom, because I knew how to push back. There’s a natural quest for kids to search for boundaries, and I remember very well telling my mom that I wasn’t ready to turn off the television. I wasn’t ready to put away the Nintendo. I didn’t want to come in and go to bed. Most of the time, we call this talking back, but I think it’s more than that. It’s a sign of comfort. I know that, because I never had that with my father. I never knew how to tell him ‘no’. If he said I wasn’t watching TV, that was that. I didn’t even know how to counter his rules…I certainly didn’t know how to say no to his abuse. And to be honest, I didn’t even realize I was suffering from sexual abuse. I didn’t think it was right or wrong…I just didn’t think about it objectively at all. It wasn’t until I worked up the courage to tell my mom what was happening and she said the words “sexual abuse” that I realized what had been happening for 3 years.

I’ve been through this. I have had my struggles along the way, but the fact of the matter is despite the horrific events I’ve been through, it’s not nearly as bad as many people have dealt and are currently dealing with right now. The difference between me and so many people is that I had an amazing best friend I knew I could always talk to. I always had a mom who was there for me and supportive of me more than any other parent’s I’ve ever witnessed. The most disgusting thing about everything to me is the thought that the people out there who are suffering what I suffered and worse have no one to talk to. I’ve shared my story with so many people who have told me their story and then told me I was the first person they’ve ever told. I can’t imagine just walking around with these events playing over and over in my head…searching for any way out, but being repressed by someone who is too ashamed to tell. Too afraid to feel dirty. Too caring to get someone in trouble.

This needs to stop. I have spent the last 2 years brainstorming and the last several months in hard planning. I am creating a place for people to share their story. A Voice For The Innocent is an organization in it’s early stages. The purpose is to allow people to share their stories of sexual abuse and rape to a listening ear who won’t judge them and will still allow them to be as anonymous as they choose to be. We are still working on it, but I want to get people talking. There are far too many people who are out there suffering or holding in their own horrific stories for fear of judgment. These people need to know that they have self-worth. They aren’t dirty. They aren’t unfit for positive, functioning relationships. And they certainly aren’t alone.

We have started our journey and are getting quite a bit of backing and support.


Thank you Jamie for your story and your project. I think I speak for everyone here at BB when I say that we wish you the best.

Also the link for AVFTI will be listed on our links page.

15 thoughts on “A Voice For The Innocent”

  1. Good luck mate 🙂 There are those who let these experiences destroy them and then there are those who can turn it around and use it as a positive to help others. Sexual abuse is never the victim’s fault!


    1. Agreed! That’s one of our primary messages. So many people blame themselves. We are really trying to make a positive change for those who have suffered such an experience. Thanks or the kind words!


    1. That’s exactly what we are trying to do. If we lift the shame and guilt that comes with sex abuse and rape, we can get more people talking and reporting and hopefully change some statistics in the future. If you’re mugged, robbed, or assaulted, the first thing you do is tell someone and its probably the police. Sex crimes are a different story and they shouldn’t be. They are crimes and should be handled as such.


      1. I agree, I think I’m in the vast minority when I say that I was lucky in that I never thought that it was me. I always knew that what my Step-Bastard (can’t use any sort of paternal diminutive here!) was doing was wrong on HIS part and that he was the damaged one, not me. I remember thinking at about 8 that if his shenanigans were OK, then he would do it in public too… Then again, I was always smarter than he thought he was!


        1. That’s right! I wish more people realized that.

          I’d love it if you joined up with us on our site. I think you could offer some great insight and inspire people with the positivity and clear voice you seem to have.

          Join us at http://www.avoicefortheinnocent.org if you’d like. If not, that’s okay too. 🙂


  2. I sure wish I had someone I could have turned to when I was molested by my next door neighbor. I stupidly believed telling my mother was the right thing to do. I was told that it was my fault because I was gullible. I guess being only 11 years old I didn’t know what he was doing was wrong. At least in my mother’s eyes. So I lived with the guilt, shame and dirty feelings. I did all those things th hat a sexual abuse survivor does. Cutting, attempting suicide, alcohol, drugs, became sexually promiscuous at 13. I had my first daughter soon after my 16th birthday. I still struggle to this day with what happened. Believing that I’m not good enough for my husband. Lashing out at him, trying to drive him away. Not wanting to infect him with the poison I always feel is in me. He the most wonderful man on the planet. He says he can’t give up on me. When I ask him why, he always say that he can see the good in me. I think that hurts so much because my mother never did. I don’t talk to her anymore, I can’t forgive her. Being a mother now, I could never hurt one of my children the way she did.


    1. Thank you for sharing. It’s so often that I hear stories of parents not believing their children when they tell them they’re being abused. I simply can’t understand it. I am Jamie from the story above, and I am so grateful that my mom took the steps she did. I know many aren’t that fortunate. One of the things that we firmly believe and promote is that if someone tells you that they were raped or abused, believe them! These stories are dry rarely made up, and the times they are, there is usually some underlying problem that causes them to do so. It’s not our job to judge and investigate. It’s our job to offer a compassionate ear.

      You’re so brave for sharing your story. Thank you. I’d like to invite you to join our community. I think you have much insight that people who are just sharing their story for telhe first time could benefit from. It’s free, easy and anonymous. If you don’t want to or aren’t ready, that’s okay too.

      Either way, thank you for sharing your story. You’re a strong person for getting through what you have. I wish you the best on your journey to restoration and hope you will keep in contact with us.


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