Water that liberates emotions

I was only 7 years old when the doorman of the house where I lived spied on me when I went to wash my brothers’ socks, I would quickly do my chore and escape to avoid him. The fear kept rising and taking hold of me, I would look behind the curtain to make sure he wasn’t there, I would tell my mother “I don’t want to do it” “I will go later”; she had so many worries, having 7 other children, that she did not listen, she only wanted everything to be ready for my 4 male siblings and for my father.

The day came when I could not escape and this doorman abused me, it was horrible to feel him behind me and close enough to cut my breath off. I remember I washed my hands in the washer because I did not know what was going on, and I did not have the courage to push him away, I did not know how, I became a mute, it was impossible to scream, not even one word, I could only feel the slime on my legs from the man’s semen. All I wished for was for him to leave, that someone would come, a neighbor; those moments were eternal. A scream was heard, from the doorman’s mother: “Where are you son?” my salvation! He left, zipping up his pants, I was paralysed, I don’t know how long for!

For years I kept the shame and that “secret”, until one day I dared, I raised my voice, cried, screamed, I removed it from my life and now it’s only a recorded memory, without victimisation, yes with the bravery of daring to free it from my existence.

I shared my testimony and when I did, girls, mothers, women got the courage they needed and raised their voice. No shame, no victimisation, today I am sure of myself and from the bottom of my heart and from that womanly strength I hope, dare to raise your voice.

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