Firstly, picture a child, a young little girl, blonde long hair, a face as perfect as a porcelain doll, she’s vibrant, full of life, as innocent as a child can be, despite being abandoned by her natural mother, she lives in an orphanage, but she’s such a happy little girl, she’s observing and absorbing the natural beauty that life has to offer, learning new lessons with ever step, when she reached the “terrible two’s” she was incredibly cute, inquisitive and a mischievous little terror. By this age she has learnt how to run and talk, and she would want to tell you everything. Every second of her day is an adventure. Despite her continuous need to breath in life that is exploding around her, if you actually sit and watch a child, it is truly the most educating and rewarding experience you could ever imagine, children’s energy is electrifying, their tiny bodies, so full of life, their laughter is intoxicating and their innocence is naïve and uncorrupted and as parents we teach our children to respect their elders and to do as they are told in order to be able to set boundaries and enforce discipline, and all the while, this is something all responsible and loving parents do for their children.
Sadly this little girl’s naive concept of love was shown by obeying her “parents or an adult”, and when an adult tells that little girl that she is the most beautiful child in the world, and the love he has for her is something so special, she is compelled to believe it, because her “weekend Daddy” said so, and he’s the first real Dad she ever knew, because she never met her own Daddy, he ran away when he found out she was going to be brought into the world, so when her new Dad deludes her into false security and he feels the need to steal the innocence of that little girl away by sexually penetrating that tiny child’s body, tearing her in places she has not even learnt the use for, she lied to her new Mommy and said she slipped on the slide and hurt herself, “Daddy said everyone would believe it if I stuck to that story and it worked like magic, even though I was always told by the nuns that you should never lie, truth is, no one suspected a thing, “Daddy” would not get into trouble now, and he will still love me. With tears streaming down her face, he tells her he’s sorry if his love hurts her, but he can’t help loving her, so much so, that he can’t just have her as “Daddy’s little girl” he loves her in such a special way that no one can ever know about, it’s his secret love for his little girl, and if she ever tells “Mommy” or anybody at the orphanage, then they will take her away from him and she will be forced to stay alone at the orphanage, then no one will love her.
Whilst the Love become a lot more frequent and very overwhelming, her little inexperienced body learnt to stretch to accommodate his continuous penetration, she hid the tears because she knew he would be hurt to see her cry, after all, all he was doing was loving his little girl in a way that no one ever could. Over time she accepted that that was the way people showed love, and when the man who took the children to camps from the orphanage also touched the girls, she knew it was all ok, because “Daddy” said it’s a very special kind of love, so even though it hurt her really bad sometimes, she felt like the luckiest little girl alive to now have two “Daddy’s” who love her so very much… This carried on until she was 12years old, because after her own Mommy got married, her new Daddy also wanted to love her in the same way, but by this time, She had enough of “Daddy’s Love” and put a stop to all the “special love” they showered their little girl with. Now the reason you are reading this story is because I am that little girl, I’m a survivor of sexual, physical and emotional abuse. But through my “Special Love” I’ve managed to now help other little girls, who feel just as vulnerable and alone as I did, despite the pain, the anger and the disgust I had to face and deal with over the years, that happened to me for a reason, it is because of that nauseating, manipulated, fraudulent, twisted love that SA Abused Children was born, and now I get to help thousands of other children who face the same pain I did, and the irony of it all… the one thing I truly ever wished for… The one and only thing I ever wanted more in this world than anything else… I just wanted be “Daddy’s little girl”
Once a victim, but now an activist…
Terry, South Africa