Hey sisiyemmie!
I hope all is well with you. I love your YouTube channel. You are so beautiful and you have an amazing personality. I get so excited to watch your weekly vlogs. I just wanted your opinion on something and you can also share with your subscribers if you want to in order to raise awareness. When I was about six or seven years old my aunt invited my brother and I over to have lunch for my birthday. And when we were finished she told us to go have a nap and she went back to her store. Her store was next to her apartment. I laid there with my eyes closed but I wasn’t asleep. And all of a sudden I felt someone on top of me and i open one eye to pick and it was my aunts son (my cousin). They lived in a two room apartment and their bedroom didn’t have a window, but I could tell it was him because it was day time and daylight was reflecting from the other room. I was laying very still with my eye half closed because I wasn’t sure of what he was doing. He thought I was fast asleep so he pulled down my pants and raped me. The moment he heard noise from the hallway of their apartment, he immediately jumped off me and ran out the the back door. My brother was fast asleep next to me so I know it was not him. At the time I didn’t know what that meant. I remember waking up and stand in front of my aunt shop and thinking about it but I didn’t know it was something I was suppose to tell someone because it was never taught. I then went and copied it with my friend. It wasn’t till I came to the US at the age of 11 that I heard about it in school when the teacher was teaching about it and telling us how dangerous it was. I started panicking and I was too afraid to tell anyone. So I kept quit about it till I was 23 when I told a close friend about it. And she told me that I need to tell my parents. I do want to tell my parents but I am worried that it will ruin my family or I might be accused of lying. I know this topic is a taboo in the African community and no one ever talks about. No one in my family ever educated me about it and if it wasn’t for school I would have never known how serious it was. This secret has ruined my life and I have been depressed for the most part of my life because of it and people don’t really know why am always sad. I do want to speak out but afraid of the stigma and my family going against me. I really wish it wasn’t a family member because it would have been a lot easier. I want to know what you think is the best thing to do in this situation. Thank you.
