Three people succeeded in raping me when I was a child, one was a friend of my fathers friends, the other two where my own sisters. It wasn't just playing house like other girls my age it was real sexual abuse. Not just touching the surface but so much more than that, I didn't even realize it was wrong at first. I was willing to "play" with them. I didn't know what I was doing until I was six, that's when that man raped me. I feel sick thinking about this. I kept doing it with them, my sisters. Even the man got me more than once, though he was later arrested for drugs. A six year old girl sexual active, most of the time with her own sisters. How sick am I? I didn't protest to my sisters until I was eight. Even now we pretend it didn't happen. People tell me I'm beautiful, but that was that man said, thats what my sisters still say. That's what the others who tried since then said. I've been lucky in some situations, I still have the will to fight back even if it doesn't make much of a difference. A shower won't clean me, religion won't clean me, confessing won't clean me, I'm dirty forever. I don't think I'm beautiful at all.