From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Taking the Blame   
      
   A Sad Story   
      
         I remember the first time I saw Jennie.  My first   
   impression, was, "Oh what a shame!"  The little 11-year-old   
   seemed so bright and cheerful that day, I almost couldn't believe   
   that she didn't even seem to know what had been done to her.   
   Well, sadly that's my job.  I'm a psychiatrist, that works for   
   the city Human Services Department, and they send me the abused   
   little girls that seem to make up an ever-growing number of our   
   city's children.   
         If you looked, you could almost see the tiny little bulge in   
   the girl's tummy, that advertised the fact that she would   
   probably be a mother, before she was 12 years old.  The really   
   sad thing was; Jennie didn't even seem to realize what had been   
   done to her.  I mean, she DID know that she was pregnant, it's   
   just that, at that time, the little girl seemed almost proud,   
   that she was carrying her own father's baby inside her, instead   
   of ashamed and frightened, like she should have been.  It was my   
   duty to show her, so she could lead a normal life, like I do.   
         I got into this job, because I know what it's like to be   
   raped by a relative, and it gives me insight that other people   
   don't have; especially men.  Some people think that a single   
   woman like me isn't the best person to be handling cases   
   involving families, but I've been able to counter that at least   
   I'm a woman.  No man could possibly know what it's like to be   
   raped.  Besides, could you imagine putting these little girls in   
   the hands of a MAN, after a thing like this?  I try to fix things   
   up, but sometimes even I can't do much to undo the damage.   
         It took me three days to win Jennie's confidence, enough   
   that she'd even talk to me.  At first she was suspicious of me,   
   figuring I was just another or those so-called court-appointed   
   head-shrinks; trying to help the prosecutor make a case against   
   her father.  I had to reassure the little girl, that my duty was   
   to her, not to the state, and that anything she told me couldn't   
   be divulged.  Not even to convict her father.   
         As I talked to her, she finally admitted to having sex with   
   her father.  Not once, but many times.  It had all started, she   
   told me, as she followed her big sister one night; when she saw   
   the older girl sneaking down to their father's bedroom.  She told   
   me that once she saw how much fun her older sister had with their   
   father, she insisted on doing the same thing herself.  Later,   
   when her big sister got pregnant, she told me how she had bugged   
   her father, until she finally got him to do the same thing to   
   her.   
         Can you imagine the depravity of the man?  Not only does he   
   fuck his own little girl; somehow convincing her that she   
   "enjoys" this atrocity, but he abuses her, until she actually   
   BEGS him to get her pregnant.  That's something like whipping a   
   man, until he begs you to shoot him.  Something I think should be   
   done to men like the one who raped this cute little girl.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         Of course, Jennie kept insisting that it WASN'T rape, that   
   if anything, SHE raped HIM.  God, that's even worse.  Can you   
   imagine how much he must have abused the child, to get her to   
   think that having sex with him was a pleasure?  And worse yet,   
   she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, with having   
   her own father's baby.  In fact, she seemed quite proud of the   
   fact, almost flaunting her slightly bulging tummy, and saying how   
   much she was looking forward to holding the little boy in her   
   arms, and feeding him from her own body.  That a man would do   
   this, to his own little girl, then somehow force her into   
   thinking she LIKED it, is beyond me.   
         For the first few days, hearing the little girl chattering   
   happily away, about how good it felt; how much she liked the idea   
   of being able to give her father another child to love, and even   
   how having sex with her father had made both her and her big   
   sister grow even closer together, almost convinced me.  Then   
   reality set in.  I mean, a little girl starting to have sex, at   
   10 years old?  There's no WAY a child that young could enjoy sex.   
   I mean, a woman's body isn't ready to have babies, until she's 14   
   or 15 (Jennie being the rare exception.)  If a girl that young is   
   having sex with her father, no matter how much she says she wants   
   it, it must because he's forced her.  Probably in some   
   unspeakable manner as well.  In a case like Jennie, I figured   
   that her father's abuse must have been so bad, she was even   
   repressing the memory.  This made me all the more determined to   
   find out just how bad his abuse had been; to make her think it   
   never happened.  I mean ALL men abuse their children to some   
   extent.  It's in the nature of being a man.  It's just that some   
   men are worse than others; and her father looked to be one of the   
   worst.   
         It took many sessions, but I finally managed to get Jennie   
   to remember how her father had abused her.  At first, the little   
   girl insisted that her father had NEVER abused her, but after   
   many sessions, I was able to help her uncover the memories she   
   had repressed so hard.  It makes me so mad; to see a little girl   
   so abused, that she can't even remember BEING abused.  It was   
   only when I made her dig into her memories, pointing out each   
   little time her father had punished her, and showing her that the   
   times she thought he was showing his love, were just a chance to   
   feel her body, not genuine hugs of affection.  I mean, a man   
   isn't supposed to hug his own son; let alone his daughter.  I   
   told Jennie, that she should have known that men don't love the   
   same way women do.  Any man who pretends to love you, is just   
   dreaming of a way to get in your pants.  It's a shame, but true.   
         I remember the first time I found out about men.  As I   
   mentioned earlier, I was raped by my uncle, when I was 12 years   
   old.  Just a little older than Jennie here.  No, he didn't hold a   
   knife to my throat.  In fact, his approach was similar to   
   Jennie's father.  He made me believe I wanted it.  I was just a   
   little girl playing at being sexy, and he encouraged me.  In   
   fact, the SOB actually made me feel I wanted it.  And you know   
   that's not true.  I mean, how can a girl of 12, really want to   
   have sex?  Heck, I'm over 35 years old, and barely like it now.   
      
      
      
      
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         Of course, the worst part, was when he got caught.  There I   
   was that time, in his bedroom, sliding up and down on his cock   
   while John was lying on his back with his eyes closed.  He didn't   
   even know my parents were there, until Momma's screams about him   
   raping me woke the whole neighborhood.  Up until that time, I   
   thought a man had to hold a knife or gun to a woman, to rape her.   
   Thankfully Momma taught me different.   
      
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