This is my story, history of trauma to hide for 27 years, this is my way to be free, to find peace, to bring healing.


He was only 10 when my grandfather tried to rape me.

summer of 1987 my parents used to let me in the house of my grandparents in the holiday period from December to February or early March.

December 23, 1987 was night I watched TV, my grandfather sitting near me at a small table, he said something like this'Las women are there'pointing  my genital area, I recog danger and went to the bedroom my grandmother to sleep, she was sick that year, after a weatherThe came to the room and called me from his bed (filthy old), I did not listen, pray and slept.


December 24, 1987


It was morning I got up and wearing a red skirt and a blouse with blue,red  circles and orange, my grandmother was still in bed, do not remember whether or not take breakfast that day, he told me to accompany him to find figs for me Grandma, I spend a small basket, we went through a small hallway to the garden, opened the door gate and entered the garden where they had chickens and fruit trees, I climbed a ladder and started throwing figs I settled into the basket was filled mistad to the small basket and I began accommodate them in the basket, he lunged against me from behind and started telling me while forcibly and violently I ascended my skirt,''this  is what I wanted to show you fight last night ¨¨ and I left running while she cried and I will shout from the garden gate'voy to charge him with my grandmother'''' me cry if you do I'll contarleque I was giving money'' (disgusting pig, Feck, I hate you, degenerate).

I ran down the hall and get home to the bedroom of my grandmother, le conte what made me try to force me and she got up, I told him I wanted to go home, she said it was the best, was where he and I look out the window when she challenged her head and when she turned down .... remember he said ¨'viejo asqueroso'' ... my brother came in late to avizarme he could not return or take I had to stay there until March .... all that time I slept in another room, locked locked in fear, often not slept in her day and I was not in that house and went to the cemetery.

I thought to tell this to my parents could destroy the family and waited inside of me that I did my grandmother, which never happened and I hide for 12 years while it was still within my deeply hurting when my parents they knew my mother weeping and said she never had a family, this had happened to me and suddenly she was the victim, when she told my father said this, that is still breaking my heart things to invent him poor old '''I his own daughter, blood of his blood, the only person who could protect me, I did not believe in me, it hurt me hopelessly and to this day I can not trust men
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This is the old disgusting Itry to rape me : Ventura Irarrazabal