What nobody knew about him.

In the beginning, I was told it was normal. Normal to be touched in a way no father should to his daughter. I told my mother very recently, when I was around 16 years old. When I told her, I wasn’t even able to get the full story out. Her heart sank and her eyes widened at my words. She couldn’t even manage to describe her disgust in the man she used to love. This all started when I was 6 years old. First it was just casual, extra touching that was unneeded. My parents were divorced so it was me and him alone at home every other week. It progressed into much more than just the casual touching. I wish that it had stopped there. But it didn’t. It turned into him forcing me onto his lap, where he would bounce me up and down. I always felt something hard that was poking me but I was too young to know what it was. I started to express my discomfort to him but that only grew his anger towards me even more. He started to climb into my bed early in the morning when I was asleep. One morning he climbed into my bed, I was awake this time but I was far too scared to say anything at all since I knew he would hurt me. I lied there with my eyes closed, and body tenser then ever. He would wrap his arms around my waist and would touch me in ways you’d never imagine. He would move up against me, and again I felt that hard thing that would poke up against my back every time. One morning he did the same thing, but this time I made it known that I was awake. He didn’t stop though. All he said was “oh sorry I thought you were asleep” but continued to move. He would rub his hands all over my body until I felt tears start to drop from my eyes. “It’s okay i’m your dad it’s normal for family to do this.” He would say calmly. When this story replays in my head I always start to feel this sick anxious feeling in my stomach. My heart starts racing, I start to sweat and my hands start to shake. It’s almost like I keep reliving this everyday. I wish I would have told someone sooner, but when I was younger I didn’t know any better and I was just afraid he would hurt me or do worse things to me out of his frustration. As I grew older I realized how wrong it was that he was doing this. I started to show signs of depression and very bad anxiety and PTSD. He caused me to be scared and paranoid whenever I saw a man. Even if it was a family member I would still feel that sick feeling in my stomach. I went to a mental health program that helped with my anxiety and was the reason why I got put on my depression meds. He followed me there everyday just to yell at me because I wouldn’t communicate with him anymore.