I was sexually assaulted when I was 9. I'm 15 now. It still haunts me to this day.

My mom, stepdad, sister, and I had lived with a family friend and were finally moving out. My mom told me to go vacuum the room and she'd go do the dishes real fast before we left. There was a nice old man who'd always been around because he was a friend of my stepdad's; the sweetest man and we never thought anything of him. He had come to help us move because my stepdad and his friend went to take more things to the new house. As I got done vacuuming, he tried helping me roll up the wire onto the vacuum and pushed me into a corner, told me to be quiet and kept rolling the wire up. He started feeling between my thighs and in my crotch area. I was terrified and I knew my mom was right around the corner, I jumped over the vacuum and ran to my mom crying. She yelled "WHAT'S WRONG?! WHAT'S WRONG?!" I was trying to gasp for air because I was panicking. I was nine and I didn't know what to do. I told her and she kicked him out. I cried to her and after my stepdad came home he heard what had happened and ran to go find him. He choked him, and told him to never come by the house again. My mom didn't want to file a police report because she didn't want me to go through court because it would just bring back the memory and I didn't want that. I didn't want to live with that forever. I WAS NINE.

I was sexually assaulted when I was 10. I'm 15 now. It was on my birthday.

I was turning ten years old, I was so excited, all I asked for was $100 because I had never owned "that much money." My mom made that happen for me, we combined my birthday, my sister's baptism party and my cousin's graduation party all in one at a family member's ranch house. We had a bouncy castle; it was all fine and dandy. My older cousin went in the bouncy castle with me and it was only us two, he was teaching me how to do a front flip. He pretended to hurt himself and threw himself into one corner of the castle. When I went over to see what had happened, he pulled me down and immediately put his hand in my pants. I tried getting away and he gripped onto my underwear. I finally got the chance to get away and never told anyone because I didn't want him to get in trouble. I hate myself for that. I finally told my mom last year, after I had egged his house and car and got arrested. I had a reason to be mad. I was ten, no little girl should go through that. I WAS 10.