The abuse began as a toddler. My step grandfather was holding me, while my mom was in the kitchen. He was fondling me, and I began to cry. My mom called from the kitchen, “is she ok?” My grandfather muffled my cry with his hand. He responds, “yes she is fine.” But I can’t breathe, and I’m hurting in my private area. At age 5, my uncle takes me to a satanic ritual where I am dedicated to satan. I was sexually abused, and a ritual was performed on me. The sexual abuse continues, but now from my step father, cousins, grandfather, and I was passed around to my step father’s friends. My body isn’t mine. I try telling my mom and she just responds, "tell him to stop.” But I am just a kid, I needed her to tell them to stop! By age 14, I’m pregnant but who’s is it? I secretly have an abortion. I was so scared, and it was painful. I ride the bus home, never to talk about it. I often wondered what my child would have grown up to be. At 15, I was in the arms of a 23 year old. He let me live with him, it felt better than being at home. He got me pregnant and then made me choose him, or the baby. I chose him. No one taught me to advocate for myself. No one taught me that my body was mine. No one taught me to say NO! I didn’t know love without sex. I hated myself. I was so angry and full of shame. I was in and out of psych wards, from attempts of suic*de. I wanted to die, to be free of my tormented soul. Later, I did modeling and some prostitution. I felt that's all I was worth. I had learned, my body had a price. I was in an abusive relationship when I was 24. He beat me up, and I ran to my father’s house for protection. I was new in his life, since he left when I was little. I wanted him to be the man I could count on, I needed him to be my protector, but instead my father sexually assaulted me. I grew to hate men, I began taking advantage of them. I became a sex addict. As the years went on, my heart grew cold and I knew there must be more to life. At 30, I became a Christian and my life began to change. My heart softened. I learned that my body was sacred, and it was something to be treated with dignity. I learned that Jesus advocated for women like me, and that’s when I made a life changing decision. I decided to become celibate, and love myself as Christ loves me. I wrote letters to my abusers, but never sent them. It was cleansing. It took time to forgive. I knew forgiving them meant they no longer controlled me. Parents, believe your kids when they say someone is hurting or touching them in the wrong way. Be the parent we needed when we were young. I am older now, and NO one gets to use this body without my permission. #TellSomebody You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God. Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️ Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽 (To share your story of abuse, message me) www.TellSomebodyToday.com

From Clark Fredericks on facebook ... I 'unalived' the Boy Scout leader/Police officer who sexually abused me as a child, and I went to jail for it . For years, I carried a secret that nearly destroyed me. From the ages of 6-12, I was groomed and sexually abused by my Boy Scout leader, who was also a lieutenant in the Sheriff’s Department, a trusted family friend, and a revered member of the community. To everyone around us, he appeared to be a man of authority and integrity. In reality, he was a predator — a hunter of children — hiding in plain sight. Like so many survivors, I stayed silent. Shame kept me quiet. Fear kept me compliant. I learned early that telling the truth, felt more dangerous than carrying it. But silence doesn’t erase trauma, it buries it. And what’s buried doesn’t disappear. It spreads. Over time, that secrecy showed up in my life as self-destruction: addiction, reckless choices, broken relationships, and a constant feeling that I was living two lives; the one people saw, and the one I was barely surviving. Eventually, everything I had buried came rushing back. When I became an adult, I saw my abuser with another young boy, an image that burned itself into my memory and haunted me. It forced me to confront the reality that the abuse hadn’t ended with me. I confronted him, and that confrontation ended in his death. For a long time, I believed that stopping him would bring relief. That confronting the source of my pain, would somehow heal it. It didn’t. You don’t heal trauma by adding more trauma. I was sentenced to prison and served 5 years. And in that place, where there is nowhere to run, I finally did what I never did as a child: I faced the truth of what happened to me and what it had done to my mind, my choices, and my life. Healing didn’t come all at once. It came through daily work: therapy, accountability, faith, meditation, sobriety, and learning how to live without numbness. I stopped running from my story, and started taking responsibility for my future. After my release, I made a decision: my life would no longer be defined by silence, violence, or prison. It would be defined by service. I became an advocate for survivors, and worked to help change laws so others wouldn’t be silenced by the clock the way I was. Today, I speak publicly; including to law enforcement and prosecutors, about childhood trauma, its long shadow, and what real accountability and rehabilitation can look like. I also reclaimed something I thought I had lost forever. I reunited with the woman I loved years earlier, a love interrupted by secrets and shame, and learned that healing doesn’t just mean surviving. It can mean returning to life. I wrote my memoir, “SCARRED” because silence almost killed me, and because I know how lonely it feels to believe no one will understand. This book isn’t a justification. It’s the truth: what was done to me, what I became, what I did, what it cost, and what it took to heal. If you are carrying something you were never meant to carry alone, please hear this: Tell somebody. #TellSomebody You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God. Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️ Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽 (To share your story of abuse, message me) www.TellSomebodyToday.com