“It has always happened, I thought it was normal.”
I told my cousin what my mum was doing to us. She told my uncle, and he went to the police six months later. Social Services and the police came to school to see us. I told them what my mother did. We were taken into care. I was 14 years old. The judge didn’t know about the threats my “mother” was making to my uncle and my cousin. The judge took their reluctance to attend court as meaning they could not be trusted. The judge ruled in favour of my “mother”, but my sister and I chose to stay in the care of Social Services. The rape continued until I was nineteen and a half. My “mother” is a social worker and knows how to play the system. I kept telling my support worker and Social Services, but they did nothing to protect me. At nineteen and a half she had eight men raping me – they were known as “the regulars”. I felt I had no choice, I belonged to her, I was her property. It only stopped when Transformation took me in. All it took was someone that cared.