Robin Bradshaw

I am the one in the back with the cheesy grin on my face, holding my sister. I don't really remember that time in my life. I guess the memories started when I was eight.

My family and I lived at 1918 Baker Street, for what seemed like forever. I can remember having awesome outings and vacations with my dad and mom. My dad and I where really close and did everything together. I was a big daddy's girl until he moved into a spare room in our house and I knew that there where problems, even being that young.When my dad moved into the spare bedroom it felt like two years, but my Mother said that isn't right. I was pretty young at the time so there is no telling what I was thinking. I can remember being upset about my dad but it didn't seem like it lasted long.

My dad finally moved out and got his own place, and his new teenage girlfriend got an apartment above his. I am sure that was just a cover up, since my dad left my mom for a teenage girl, that he met at a card dealership where my uncles worked .Later on after she ended up giving up her apartment and moving downstairs with my dad, that I found some pictures of her high school graduation. Wow, I have never really thought about that until now. How bad that sad's!!!

When my parent's got a divorce and we started going to dad's on Sunday's. It wasn't long and we were going every other weekend. I don't remember what age I was when the abuse started but I do remember it like it was yesterday.

My sister and I, would stay for the weekend and we had a great time with our dad, very normal during the day. It was when we had taken our shower and he was coming in to tuck us in that it started. I can't speak for my sister because I don't think my father abused her until she was a little older because she is four years younger than me.

The night that my dad came into tuck me in, he started rubbing my back like he always did, and my legs. This time he moved up and started rubbing my private area and I didn't stop. He started fondling me and telling me why he was doing it. He told me that he was doind it to let me know that I would get anything out of sex that it would hurt, so plesae don't ever try it and of course I took that as Fatherly advice.I can only remember two times but the justification that he tried to give to me as a child of the reason why he was doing it, is sickening to me. As a young girl that thought he dad hung the moon and could do no wrong, there is no t